Selçuk... Again

And so we returned to Selçuk early in the morning and arranged our accomodation at the Vardar Pension which a friend of ours had recommended and wasted the rest of the day going out for Pide three times and hunting down a tiny ice cream stall and procedding to sit there for the next hour ordering cone after cone.
Somehow during the midst of all that we squeezed in a visit to St.John's church which, besides being larger and rather more interesting than İ had expected contained a litter o fpuppies hidden under some of the ruins who procedded to dig in th deirt and uncover a section of mosaic. usrely this peice had already been found and then simply covered by a thin layer of dirt but the process was both adorable and astonishing.
The next day we left early in the morning intending to tour Priene and Miletus but made it only to Priene (Only being somewhat misused as the process took several hours and involved three seperate buses). Priene however more tnah made up for this fault of ours as its position on the slope of a mountain gave each of the terraces that its buildings were constructed on stunning vistas of the Meander valley below. After leaving and ahving taken the obligatory photograph with the "Beware of the Bees" sign (there were quite a few bees) we took another three buses back to our hostel and then went out again for more Pide and icecream before bed.
i was somewhat out of it the next day, having caught some heat exhaustion in Prine, but we still lmanaged to make it to the town of Bergama where we checked in to the Gobi Pension after havşng been lost for only a short time and then headed out to see the sights which we went to in quick seccesion by means of a booked taxi the Acropolis and the Aesclepion were both amazing and the Red Basilica was... Red and not much else as it took us five Lira each to learn.
The next day we made our way to İstnabul by bus and though we failed to get on a Starliner (my preferred model of bus) the ride was nevertheless made interesting by our incredibly friendly bus attendant Onur and his friend DJ Ahmed both of whom knew a smattering of English and made attempts at converstaion which were thoroughly enjoyable if not very cultured or broad of topic.
And that i neffect brings us to the present as we have checked back into the Old City Hostel where the staff still recognize us and some people who checked in at the same time as us are still here (including one weird nocturnal gu ywho just plays World of Warcraft at night) and though we have been in istanbul all of today the only thing we have really done is buy gifts for people. And so closes the Turkey trip as we will be catching the airport shuttle at some ungodly hour of night tomorrow and then embarking on the imposingly long trip home where i hope to be greeted with maple syrup and bacon and all of those other thisgn that i have missed while travelling.