After our trip to Ephesus we were driven to a little town called Sirinci, which apparently used to be full of Greeks before the great population exchange. It was high on a hill and all the streets were cobelstones. It had a pleasent little market place and didn't seem overly touristy, which was nice, after the package deal bonanza we had just come from.

We were taken to a wine shop and given glass after glass to try. My favourites were the fruit flavours that came out. First it was normal ones like Mulberry and Pommegranite, then came the strange ones like Peach and Kiwi fruit. The Mulberry wine was my favourite, it kind of tasted like Ribina. We hiked a bit further up the hill until we came to an old church, it was really nice and cool in there and there were still remains of a few frescoes. I managed to get upstairs and have a walk around and for some reason inisisted on squashing myself into this really tight little niche, I can't seem to remember why. We left the church and then went down stairs to where the monks used to live. This has now been converted into yet another winery, and we did some more tasting in there. They had it all decked out in the Victorian setting and it was really cool underground in the heat of the day.

We were about to get back on the bus when Assim, our driver, dragged us all into this cafe. We may have been dragged in, but we had to be dragged out again. Talk about mellow. We just sat around drinking Efes on these lounges for about two hours, getting more and more relaxed. I think we were all dissappointed when Vanessa told us it was time to go back to Kusadasi.