After we ate I took them to Dilber Cafe for a Nargile.
This waiter (who couldn't speak English) tried to say Jake was smoking like a puss and showed him how to do it.
Jeff one upped the waiter!
We finally learned how to play Okey! I whupped 'em four straight games.
Here is the owner who was an Olympic boxing Gold Medalist in 1984.
All the waiters and us. Go Turkey!
Our old beer pong team!
I found out that I wasn't 86'd at the bar that we sang at.
At the end of the night, all those guys tried some Raki (tastes kind of like strong southern comfort and doesn't turn white until you pour water into it.)
The next day John, Mike, and I took them offroading. John and Mike in the Toyota popped over the hill to find a family having a picnic.
A little dance party on the side of the road!
A bit of a surpise to find Santa off base!
Finished off the trip with a meal at one of the nicer restaurants along the lake.
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