We had everything sorted, we'd checked out and booked the shuttlebus to the Sabiha Gokcen Airport. We had a couple of hours to kill so visited our mate Mustapha at Kosk Cafe who had kept us fed & watered during our stay. Back to Rundown Town to pick up some knick knackeries for the folks back home. We then waited for the shuttlebus, it was a bit late we were told as the roads were a nightmare. The bus finally came and we were the last to board. As we shuffled up the aisle of this small bus we noticed Mr. & Mrs. Fatih from Fatihstan were sitting at the back next to the only available spaces left. Now there's no way of getting around this,literally as Mrs. Fatih had what can only be described as an ample bottom. Grant was the first to squeeze through and huddled in the corner. Then it was my turn, I gyrated my hips as I tried to get in. I did, amazingly enough but it was a tight fit. Mrs. fatih then decided she would turn to the left to have a kip on Mr. Fatih's shoulder. As she did, her right buttock popped onto my lap. it was one hell of a slab. When the driver braked, it would slide down my leg and then be promptly returned to my lap. Mr. Fatih was constantly churning his worry beads. If she'd been mine, I would have been worried too. The bus trip was again an eye opener as to sheer size of Istanbul, it took 2 hours to get to the airport. I got off with a numb left leg and cursed the Fatihs.

We then experienced for the first time on this trip, the modern horror of international flights. The Turks like their security and we went through it 3 times. Then into the departure lounge. We'd forgotten about Turkish airports and their love of tripling the prices in the food outlets. We checked out Myrtle & Peter's beloved Burger King. The cost of a burger was equivalent to 8 pound. We needed water to take the malaria tabs and were forced to hand over 1 pound twenty for a tiny bottle. "4 Lira or 3 Euros, we also take Dollars" said the lady. I asked "Do you take Kidneys" and she said they did. This was handy to know in case we wanted a sandwich later.

The flight was hell thanks to the Ghanian Ladies Basketball team who were sitting behind us. They felt the need to exercise their long limbs by kicking the back of our seats. If we could have taken a Ferry to Dubai, we would have. All of a sudden The Greek Islands Folk Club had seemed like a mere distraction.