13 May, Çanakkale
Koç Pansiyon 70TL (negotiated down from 88TL)

It was a wan and wistful day for us. The pills prescribed for Charl had enabled him to sleep long and hard, but getting out of bed and getting ready for the day was a slog. We decided to take a bus to Çanakkale, a bigger, more touristed town, where we hoped to find out more about Charl’s injuries from an English-speaking doctor. But first I had to retrieve our passports, held by the hospital as I could not draw sufficient cash yesterday to pay the bill and they would not take a credit card. Luckily both the hotel and bus station accepted Mastercard … From the bus, retracing our pre-fall steps, we identified the scene of Charl’s accident, and then stared wistfully out the window at beautiful long sweeping downhills that dropped to the sea through lovely hills… We had no cash left for the taxi from the bus station to our pansiyon, but our host-to-be paid the man in our stead. I am Gulliver in our Lilliputian bathroom, all of which could fit with ease into our shower back home.