It was only fitting after my lunch of sardines that I chew some gum. Equally fitting was that I offer the other 14 members of our tour a share in my stash. One friend swapped me a piece of his wintergreen for my spearmint flavor. Another new acquaintance loaned me ten Turkish lira (50 cents) to buy a spot of tea. I swiftly repaid her when my banker arrived to the rescue.
Touring with a small group is a luxury. We move faster than those bigger gangs, already know everyone’s name, and tend to share much more with each other than if we were still in our little partner cocoons. We are a family of Aussies, Canadiens and Americans. We are all playing together nicely, unlike the Trojans and Greeks.
Today, Troy. Tomorrow, Ephesus! (Wifi is spotty, btw)