It's extremely weird wandering around the shops today, enduring Elton John. Literally returned to the UK at 1am, and the past 5 days I have....
Gone up a mountain and mucked about in the snow. Endured a terrifying drive up a massive canyon to see some Roman ruins and ate some weird dried beanpod with strange mountain men. Then ziplined off that canyon (at 130km/h) on 'the highest zipline in the world'. Then white water rafting - unbelievably the least noteworthy thing we did. Then a bunch of other ziplines and dune-buggy racing through a forest river (excellent). Ended up that night playing pool, getting drunk on whisky and dancing with some crazy Russians in a seedy nightclub. Dealt with the hangover next day at a hammam, then accidentally played in a darts tournament. Then yesterday morning went and shot a bunch of automatic weapons with some Turkish ex-special forces (extremely weird) then randomly ended up in a hookah place where we made friends with some Zambian gangsters (word to the wise - you do not want to go to prison in Zambia - like extra a lot).
It has been a wild ride. I'm quite pleased to be back in Blighty, but going from all that to navigating angry Christmas shoppers is quite jarring.
