Turned into a bit of a session, and we drank and chatted to other couples until 3am. Good fun. Felt a bit wobbly this morning! We’ve done loads though. First we went by boat to the mud baths at Dalyan. Stripped down to our swimwear and sat in a big pool of warm mud to cover ourselves from head to toe in the thick, sticky substance. ‘Poo! It stinks like rotten eggs,’ I gasped, wrinkling my nose as Daryl scooped up a massive handful and slapped it onto his arm, smearing it across his skin with grim determination. I thought it might sting his bad hand but it didn’t seem to bother him. ‘That’s the sulphur in it.’ He pointed to a placard that explained why the mud was so good for you, and all about the sulphur. I’d completely failed to notice it, of course, but my gaze was dragged away from it by Daryl puffing out his chest towards me. ‘Come on, babe, lay it on me. Then I’ll do you, it’ll be easier,’ he insisted. It was the weirdest beauty treatment in the world. There we were, surrounded by equally mud-caked tourists, all of us stinking to high heaven and loving it.
