To dry our things, we decided to stay in Faralya for one night not in tents, but in a guesthouse. And then it turned out that the owners of most shelters did not need money - they refused to let us into establishments closed for the winter (which is not surprising - we are dirty, wet and noisy).
Only a silent comrade from the boarding house Keif (translated as “rest”, possibly the same root as “high”) agreed to open his doors to us. In a matter of minutes, our drying rags took up all the free space in the rooms, the air conditioners started working hard (that’s how the heating works here), and people rushed to shower. #Turkey
