You know how it is with kids. You go to a place where there are 700 year old houses, some of them still occupied. And they beg to ride in a golf cart! When they saw this enormous golf cart and realized it was a tour, they begged, they offered to pay for it, they turned on their charm. We asked... some of the kids would be free, the rest would be 1/2 price, it was cheap. It turned out to be a great idea. The factors, in my mind, to seal the deal: the possibility of carrying Benaiah for several hours, getting rained on, walking on uneven cobblestone streets with little hands to hold, and not having a clue where to go. So, they got our business. I am not sure these fellows ever saw kids as excited about sitting the back of their golf cart!Like good Turks, they insisted every kid have blankets under them and over them. Do you see how I start to get spoiled here?