Çanakkale - Bus, Boat, Foot

Up early, and because I bought my ticket from the hostel I get a free lift to the bus station, which is very nice of them. The bus takes hours and I start out feeling a little queasy (yesterday's lamb was nice, but stightly too chewy for comfort) but I'm soon feeling better. On the way I get chatting to some Australians, then meet some Americans on the ferry over to Çanakkale.

I am now, I believe, (technically, at any rate) in Asia for the first time in my life.

The hostel is no distance from the ferry, so I dump my stuff and go for a walk. I find the military museum, which is closed, and get a bread pasty on the way back. After one bite I find it is stuffed with something which I am, at first, unable to identify, but at second turns out to be olives. Warm, fresh, olive-stuffed bread for 50p! This is the best surprise I have had for ages.

Dinner in a tiny diner where I get more than I can eat for a few quid. I can hear what sounds like a band warming up, and when I wander into the bar next door I find that's exactly what it is. I hang out in the student bar listening to a Turkish cover band, and head back before it gets too late.