Out of Troy

Well, spent the night with chariots, spears, swords, Achilles, Hector, Helen, Trojan Horses dancing in my head only to find out it was a gang of barking dogs and the screeching prayer call from the minaret. Those prayer calls get your attention. That's something I won't miss.
Our host Mustafha and brother shagged off around 8 PM for Canakale. Not sure if that meant we were in charge of the place or what. Was kind of spooky since we were the only people in the hotel/restaurant/gift shop. There was a small cabin which was a copy of Schlieman's from the days of his archeological excavations. The whole place was a dusty, forlorn, sad looking affair, Hard to imagine its glorious past. Nowadays it is a rich agricultural area.