Heading Home

Today is the very last day of our holidayWe fly back to Istanbul tonightThen on to Dublin after an eight hour stopover Then arriving home tomorrow afternoonAnd you know what?I am ready to go homeAnd have been for a few daysI was chatting with my mother last nightAnd she said that she didn't think I enjoyed the holidayI didn't know what to say As I have and I haven't I have to admitThis would not have been my first choice of holidayIn factI don't even know what sort of holiday I would likeAs I've always just gone along with others holidays I've never organised a holiday myselfI know I like the sun Not too hotBut warmer than my own countries climateEnough to get a tanI know I like to read when I'm awayI like to eat nice food I like to go on toursI like to go shoppingI like to talk to peopleWhere?I'd love to travel more around the U.S.I'd love to go to RhodesJapan Asia So we have agreed that the next holiday that we go onI will organise 
I just can't wait to get home To see Honey and LeaTo have a decent cup of teaHave some home cooked foodSleep in my own bed I think one of the best things about going away Is coming homeBack to our creature comfortsI'm definitely more of a home bird I thinkI like routine Having said all that I did love IstanbulThe people are amazing Most of whom are so friendly and hospitable Of course Like any group of people There are a small minority that try to scam you you and hoodwink youBut you get that anywhere in the worldI loved hearing to the call to prayer every daySeeing other culturesTalking to the local people Having the 'craic' as we say at homeThe people really made the holiday for meThe man who gave me a live fish to throw back in to the riverThe man in the Grand bizarre who randomly said to me'Experience comes after the first mistake' The young guy in our hotel who loved to practice his English on usThe many waiters we met who always had a joke and a laugh with usWatching the Muslim women dressed from head to toe in blackSo all you could see was there eyesWhich were always so beautiful Carrying their designer handbagsI read that these women can take off their garb when the are with other women Or with their husbandAnd the women are pretty competitive when it comes to what they wear under their layers of blackAnd of courseYou can't miss the obvious poverty hereThe families And children on the streetIn rags Literally nothing to their nameIt can be very upsetting 
Am just heading out nowFor one last look around the townI really hope you got just a little taste of Turkey from these postsSee you when I'm back on home turf....