I have the most amazing kids. It’s taken about 3 weeks of constant moving to get them in line, but now they are used to the travel and know what the expectations are. They aren’t bickering so much any more. They aren’t annoying each other, looking for the rise, so much now. We are an hour and a half away from completing the most difficult (read boring for kids) part of the trip and I hope I’m not speaking too soon, but it’s been a breeze.
We are on a bus from Cannakale. The Pazzo is sleeping, the kids thoroughly engrossed in their various activities on their iPads and I have been left in peace. I’ve paid some bills, written this post, thanks to whoever thought to put WiFi on a bus – it’s super slow, but gets the job done. After all I’m stuck on a bus, with time to kill.
It’s been like this since London. Half way through our stay in London the kids seemed to settle and be really happy to be travelling. Jamie has even told me he’s upset that our trip is already half way through, and he’s the one wanting to stay in our room for longer, not wanting to walk any further (to his credit he’s been really good, I mean, he has been sick along the way as well).
Since we arrived in Turkey, on Sunday, we have spent a day (Monday) wandering around Istanbul with my sister-in-law and her cheeky babies. The next day we got up early, took a shuttle bus to the bus station and boarded a bus to Eceabat. It was a 5.5 hour trip. They only got a little bit restless for the last half hour. I mean, seriously, we were all ready to just get off the bus. It wasn’t just them. It’s a long way.
The next morning (Wednesday) we explored Eceabat. In the afternoon we got on a tour bus for a tour around the Gallipoli Peninsula, to learn about the ANZAC, as well as the Turkish, World War One campaigns. There was a lot of information to take in. Lots of places to see. Lots of history to learn. A different perspective to be gained. It was so interesting. It was hard work. Still their behaviour was impeccable. They even seemed to enjoy it, and were eager to learn about the events which took place there 100 years ago.
Today (Thursday), we were up early and waiting for the bus by 9am. Now, we are nearly back in Istanbul, where my sister-in-law is waiting – or more correctly, her 3 year old daughter is waiting for her cousins. Gallipoli has been a great adventure. We’ve all enjoyed it, learnt something and the kids behaviour has been amazing. I’m so proud of them!