Journey to Diyarbakir
Met the others at around 10.45am at Schiphol before the usual check in/passport/X-ray/waiting about shit that makes me hate flying. Unfortunately a direct flight to Diyarbakir was not possible, and the connections did not exactly work in very well, so we ended up hanging around Istanbul airport for about 3 hours without much to do (except drink a beer at €8 or so).
We finally arrived at around 10pm. I got my first minor culture shock when told by a security guard to delete pictures I had taken of the others waiting at the baggage belt; as it happened, we were 2 bags down, which is perhaps not too bad for 13 people travelling such a long way.
It was too late to do much with the rest of the day aside from eat something, which involved a bit of negotiation on the part of the veggies of the group. What eventually arrived was worth the wait, though; some lovely salad with bread and yoghurt followed by a strange mixture of beans, egg, and what looked like chips (as in fries) in some sort of sauce. Strange but nice.
