Just as we were r
elaxing with a beer after dinner, happily relating stories of our day in Pammukale, the sky exploded with colour almost overhead. The caccophony (?) that followed let everybody know that Galatassaray had just won the Turkish soccer championship. Not wanting to let an opportunity like this pass us by, we hıgh tailed it down to the city centre just in time to gat caught up in the mass of colour, noise and celebration as the spontaneous street parade clogged the main street in Selcuk.
The turks really know how to party and they are pa
ssionate about their soccer. I only hope that no Collingwood supporters wıtness anything such as this and get any brıght ideas! There was maroon and gold as far as the eye could see; there were flares being waved by hands and gıant flags being waved by people standing atop moving buses. All thıs in a town no larger than Traralgon. The dıstant sounds İ could hear as İ lay ın my bed, and the sore heads I saw the next morning lead me to believe that the revelry carried on most of the night. It was utterly intoxicating.
The turks really know how to party and they are pa
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