Had a bit of time to kill before the shuttle to the airport, rather exhausted we got ourselves up onto the terrace of the hostel and sat in the sun. Interesting waiting time, here's what I wrote:Up on terrace, enchanting how muffled sound diminishes with distance much the way sight does. Waves facing interference indefinately in both cases, vision leaves you outlines and blocks, sound with indistinct tones but a 360 degree idea. I can tell we're on a high terrace halfway down a taller hill - the horns from above, the foghorns from far below, the occasional power tool, gravel crunch, and wafting Turkish plaint from directly in front and behind. Birds chirping a placeless counterpoint, and generator hum occasionally invasive.
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