Gallipoli
October 8th 2009 Keşan looked hazy in the morning. The hotel breakfast was, I had been reliably informed, typically Turkish: olives, boiled eggs, fetta cheese, sliced tomatoes and cucumber, and grape juice. "Good breakfast!" I had been told the evening before. It was good, and surprisingly meatless.
The bus to the Gallipoli Peninsula that I had been promised was not now running apparently. A few commanding shou
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