To Err is Inevetable

As is often the case when one is writing from a less than fresh memory I made a mistake in the chronicalling of my travels in my previous post. After leaving Izmir I did not as I had previously said head South to fethiye but rather someways less South to Selcuk.
Due to the fact that we had already spent most of the day whiling away our time in Chios and Cesme resprectivly we once again arrived in the small and pleasent town of Selcuk some hours after the sun had fallen. It was in this darkness that we made our way from the otogar along the quiet but not yet deserted streets to the hostel a friend of ours had recommended some time before in Istanbul.
We walked past one Pension to be propositioned by its doorman and rather gruffly turned him down which made it rather embaressing to return to his door some five minutes later having pounded upon the door of out recommended pension and having it's owner wearily stick his head out the door to infrom us that he was full up that night. So we returned to Dreams Pension who's owner as it turned out had a great deal of family in canada and a comfortable roomk to offer us at a reasonable price, especially reasonable considering how soon before we had turned down his offer of accomadation with hardly a second glance.
Upon waking the next day after washing off the dust of travel we found our way to a small park walled off on one side by the impressive remnants of a Byzsantine aqueduct here we bought our customary meal, two loaves of bread for 50 kurush a peice. Polishing these off there in the park we then headed off to see Ephesus that most famous of Turkish archaeological sites. After some confusion near the beginning we soon completed the walk up a small rural road occasionally passed by the occasional monstrous tour bus off to dısgorge it's small trickle of the flood which would surge through Ephesus that day as it did every day.
Ephesus itself was impressive the theatre and the Library of Celsus especially so but I can honestly say that other sities deserve some of the attention that it receices' not that I am displeased to have these sites almost to myself of course. we amused ourselves for some time by posing in various positions in front tof the nearly continously photographed library, I am sure that if one were to look at those photos in a flipbook we would be moving quite smoothly.
on our walk back to town we planned to stop and look at the famous temple of Artemis which had once been a wonder of the world but when a Turkish farmer stopped and offered us and then later two Japanese tourists a ride in the trailer of his tractor along with his fruits we quickly abandoned our plan to look at the one remaining coloum and happily bounced about in the back of his tractor into town where we thanked him profusly, shook hands and were off.
In this case we were off to the market to buy a watermelon a task we accomplished with minimal broken Turkish and a great deal of gesticulating. we took our newest purchase to the park we had eaten our bread in and with my pocket knife carved up the watermelon as best we could before devouring it wişth a hungar I have found unıque to the time after exploring an ancient city. The watermelon, though warm, was rıpe and delicious and though my attempt to cut a funnel and drink from the now hollowed out and juice-filled watermelon ended in a sticky disastor the day as a whole was entirley satisfying.
And thus it was on the next day not the previous that we boarded our bus to Fethiye and there that we boarded our boat the topic of my next post... probable topic anyways.