The next day can only be described as black Sunday. Ariane was leaving us for home after knowing her for a year. Seeing as it is a real possibility I may never see her again it was a say day. We just lounged around and were generally depressed with a few questions to Ariane which went unanswered, "Ariane can you carry the water please?", "Ariane where is my book?", "Ariane where is my double adaptor?", "Ariane can you go and get me a biscuit?". Its real tough losing your sherpa but we will do her a great honor and call all our Sherpa's Ariane from now on.
"Hello, my name is Abdul, your Sherpa."
"Oh hello Ariane, can you please carry the water."
"No, my name is Abdul."
"I know Ariane, you told us three times already, can you just please carry the water."
Maybe if she is real lucky I will name my monkey butler when I find one after her.

Next day we met, in the morning, a very interesting chap who helped us with our non-plan to get to Egypt. He advised us about Syria and how to get there so we planned to do it the way he explained even though we didn’t have much clue about Syria at all. We talked and asked him about what he was doing there in Turkey.
"I went to $%^^!@@*.. and wanted to translate the Arabic script on the monastery walls."
Hannah, "walls eh?" I went to the beach and I had a swim", she said proudly, "I can swim good."
He nodded before continuing, "It was quite interesting how the 300AD and the Romans wrote about Pythagoras before Homer wrote the Odyssey while Neil Armstrong used Bernoulli's Theory to prove Einstein, that time was relative."
"Wow," I said, "We rode bikes yesterday, it was fun."
"Bikes are good", Added Hannah, because they are.
I decided to ask Archaeologist boy where he was studying, "Where are you studying?"
"Oxford, masters, PhD, Doctorate"
I proudly decided to prove just how smart I was as well, "Never been there but I hear you have a river in Oxford as well, saw it in a book once. I like reading." I sat back smugly content he knew I was as knowledgeable as he, then I decided to go one better, "In Australia I lived near Brisbane." My smug smile soon faded when he had heard of the sunshine coast and gave me a run down on how the Aborigines in that site used to use it as a holy ground for rituals. I added that I lived there from 1988 to about 2002 but he was too busy talking about aborigines to listen. Hannah seemed to think he was interesting though because she kept looking at his lips until she asked in a pause in the narrative, "So, Homer Simpson wrote the Odyssey?" When she continued on asking if the detective was really the murderer and his mother the victim I knew she hadn’t been listening at all but was making up her own interesting version of what he should be saying again. She then solved the mystery of the lips by offering him some dirty caked Vaseline, which he promptly declined for some strange reason.