Turkish style

After a leisurely late breakfast we drove into Göreme, shopping Turkish style. Haven't done that for a while. Erin bought stuff. Really nice stuff. I resisted. I already have more carpets than floors. 

A couple of hours chilling at the hotel, sitting in the courtyard with a beer before reluctantly leaving @ 16.45 in good time for our 19.20 flight back to Istanbul.  Quick snaps (extras) from the car window, then, about half an hour from Kayseri airport,  all the mellow mood melted when we got a flat tyre.  Several increasingly frustrated and frantic phone calls (and seventy minutes) later, the car hire man showed up, we piled our stuff into the boot and gunned it to the airport, arriving mere minutes before take off.  In this tiny airport, the gate was still open and so we three ladies could be seen "sprinting" (not my best style) across the foyer to check in, charging through security,  barging in front of those waiting in the queue, (sorry) until, still just a few minutes since arriving at the airport, we were handing over boarding passes at the gate and running across the tarmac, climbing the steps on to the plane and collapsing in to our seats.  Phew.  Now that is arriving late, Turkish style.  Landing in Istanbul an hour later, to find it was raining, we took a cab and marvelled at our luck all the way home.