The chavs have arrived.
It's lunchtime and we're sitting in a nice cafe overlooking the beach with the Chav Family at the next table. They're playing loud video games on a hand-held console and singing "Tarzan Boy".
Not a rocket scientist between them.
We've been quite fortunate in seeing relatively few chavs but they're always bound to turn up.
It's a migraine day so I'm going to find a lounger in the shade and vegetate. It's easing off, thanks to my foresight in packing the extremely large bottle of ibuprofen my mother gave me when I was in Texas in June.
1.03pm
The one o'clock call to prayer is wafting across the bay from the local mosque. It is one of the things that make me realise I'm in Turkey rather than Spain or Portugal. I like hearing it.
Although we live close to a mosque in Birmingham, we never hear the call to prayer. I think it must be drowned out by the sounds of the city, so hearing it here makes it seem more exotic.
This is our last full day of laziness because we're on the day trip to Dalyan today. Back on the lounger in the shade on the beach. David is in the sun soaking up some colour.
It's funny, we usually avoid beaches in favour of sitting by the pool, but we both seem to prefer this. It's quieter than the pool. No Cheryl Cole or Psy being blasted continually from loud speakers. Very few children running about in comparison. Relaxing adults rather than professionally sun-tanners. Fewer empty loungers with just towels as reserve signs but with no people attached to them.
And the water is absolutely gorgeous. It's so clear you can see little fish nipping up to the shoreline.
2.40pm
More chavs have arrived. There must have been a whole bus load arrive this morning.
I'm at the Pool Bar again with a coffee (caffeine for my migraine) and there's a group of them, tattoed, foul mouthed and drinking heavily. The kind of people who give Brits abroad a bad name.
The German families are giving them a wide berth, stopping just short of covering their children's ears as they pass. I don't blame them. Once my coffee is gone I'm vacating the premises too!
Soon there will be no one left but chavs. I do have something good to say about one of them: he prefers rugby (a "man's sport") to football (for "fairies"). Loud and foul mouthed but with good taste in sport.
8.17pm
This is why I'm going to need to start a diet on Tuesday:
Actually I haven't eaten a lot of the desserts but I've eaten enough to feel it!
So far the chavs haven't invaded the lobby bar so we're safe for the moment. By the time they arrive we should be tucked up in bed because our day trip to Dalyan has a pick up at 6.20 tomorrow morning!
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