K and I are in there. Somewhere.
We lunched at a little seaside restaurant. Options were pide, kofte (meatballs), doner (shredded chicken).
We sailed through security, except for K's Antalya rocks. They flagged them. They told her she had to take out the bigger ones. She gave them a sad face. The security guard winked and stuck them back in when his supervisor left. We live in a "wink wink" country. And that's not all bad.