I was even wearing the same outfit as the previous day, except I had replaced the floral hat with plain black felt. There was still a lot of traffic in Canakkale, with a line of buses waiting for the ferry that would carry us over the Dardanelle Straits. As we drew closer, it became obvious that the ferry itself was huge, with room for about five buses closely parked in the hold. The Russos stood nearby waiting, all of them smiling except Griffin.Once aboard the ferry, we were allowed to sit upstairs, where we were surrounded by hawkers whose speciality appeared to be multi-coloured slippers. Tepid sunshine kept the weather mild, with even the breeze noncommittal. It had a tranquillity that suited my mood perfectly. This was due in no small part to the enjoyment of the previous evening. After dinner we had adjourned to the piano bar for drinks. Even Enid had joined us. The easy conversation had revealed several interesting pieces of information. For instance, Nick had a wife and a pigeon pair of children back home, Lew thought Scott was a poser and Donald a wet blanket, Enid had worked as a nurse for fifty-two years before retirement, and Ashley was quite definitely keen.
