I laid on a marble slab in a bath house (where another scene from Indiana Jones was filmed), and reflected back on the disappointments of this trip. Getting robbed, getting food poisoning and finding the holy grail. My three biggest expectations for this trip were sadly left un-achieved.
A fake wallet was always carried around, but alas, not even my one and only hairy situation (on a train in Morocco) proved to be fruitful. In the end, no one wanted my money or identity.
And food poisoning? Despite my best efforts of snail soup, lamb's head and Turkish tap water, my stomach never cried 'uncle' or tapped out. I even had a blog post title ready and waiting: 'My Cup Over-flowth'.
And no grail. A shame. It would have looked nice up in the cupboard with my plastic beer festival sampler cups and my 'acquired' beer mugs.