Bozborun

We woke this morning to the sound of goats and sheep outside our portholes. They were very anxious for their breakfast. It wasn't long before we heard the sound of the motor from an approaching boat. The farmer pulled up to shore and the bahhhhhs went crazy. We anchored in a little bay in front of the village of Bozborun. There are scant remains of various ruins that litter the hillsides, but nothing that you can hike to without risking life or limb. We had a nice dinner in the village last night and are going back this morning to take in the market. We plan to pull anchor later this afternoon and continue traveling west.