As evening light fell on the Bosphorous, we boarded….. / The pair in their crisp white shirts…….logos on pockets, packets in pockets, / Hearts on their sleeves. Knights of the road, the road south. Night Bus bridging, / bridging from shore to shore, from city to sea…..to the clear blue…. / Our friends would be there, old faces, new faces, faces from childhood, / waiting, singing, loving, laughing, making…..happy / As only - they - could be in - that - place. / It transformed them, it transformed us, it was our place….her place / All I can remember is simple and authentic, / white, blue, crimson, blue, crimson, blue……blue / Now I live in that photo. / If you ever get lost / Inshallah you’ll find me in the warmth, the humdrum of / Bodrum. Bodrum. / ★★★