The happiness of the holiday was at an end, all those Chillies, and the water in Istanbul came to their revenge, but still had to be up early for the flight to Scotland and the bank.

Took it easy on the Monday, a few pints at lunch time in Tiles to watch the Oval match.  Should have arrived earlier, our fortunes took a real rise, over 40 runs in under the hour. In the evening, the security guard was unhappy, he was not looking forward to all the crowing from the English.

Supper off the the Mussel and Steak Bar.  Started off with a kebab, tuna I think, then had a huge steak.  Bit of a stupid thing to do with the dickey tummy.  No alcohol though, very restrained.