Turkey - the wrap (I wish I had a Turkey wrap to eat)

Highlight
The mosiac museum in Gaziantep. Impossible to put into words just how amazing this place is. It's the best I've seen - and I admit to being a mosiac junkie. Check out the photo's - esp of gypsy girl.

Decent Cups of Coffee
4 - woohoo!
2 at the cafe near the Uzbekistan Embassy (right in the heart of the embassy district)
2 at Starbucks (I said decent cup of coffee, and decent has become a relative concept).

Food Highlight
Eggplant and lamb kebab in Gaziantep. Very tasty. But I caused huge amounts of amusement to the staff and the other patrons when I ate the charred skin of the eggplant.
As per usual, I was alone in a restaurant, and everyone was watching me. But as was enjoying my charred eggplant the waiter came over and took my cutlery off me and scraped off the charred skin, put it on a seperate plate, handed me back my cutlery and nodded sagely at me - I was then allowed to finish enjoying my lunch. I happen to like charred eggplant, oh well.

Most fun charades
My backpack waist strap was broken (note to self: don't buy cheap backpacks on Sydney Rd and expect them to be any good) and I really had to get it fixed. So with backpack on I go to a shop that sells backpacks and show the guy how it was broken, by putting the clip together and having it just fall apart, andsaying "new" in Turkish. He just shook his head, so I left but turned around when I heard an oldman (shop owner?) castigate the guy I was talking to (well it sounded like he was castigating him - you can tell from the tone of the voice), then point at me and then point out in the street.
Next minute I am being told to follow the young guy through some tiny back alletways of the bazaar, down some stairs, up some other stairs and then I am left in a small underground shop which sold buckles and clips.

Another miming of the backpack problem and the 2 guys in this shop ferret about for 10 mins (laughing alot) until they come up with the right clip for the backpack - for 50cents. I then mime sewing - and their eys light up - and the old guy graps my hand and pulls me along up some stairs, round 4 corners, through some alleyways, down some more stairs and then finally to the top of an old shopping complex til we emerged into a smoke filled room. When my eyes (and lungs) cleared I could see 4 even older guys and an even older sewing machine. Again, some more miming, and then some tea, and then my backpack got it's new strap and buckle sewed on. They wouldn't take an money. So much smiling and waving later I was on my way - with a fixed backpack.