My final morning in Goreme;
The only thing that marred it was the knowledge that I had to go back to Istanbul that day. Oh, and that a bird shat in my hair, and I got chased by a pack of wild dogs ( I never thought I'd have to say that again). But going back to Istanbul was still worse. I think it speaks volumes about how I felt about Istanbul and Goreme that I have a couple of dozen photos of Istanbul from the first couple of days I was there, hundreds of photos of Goreme, and absolutely none from the last day I spent in Istanbul.
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