That night in Fethiye was...let's say culturally enlightening. There was a football match between two teams based in Istanbul, and Wes and I joined a large gathering along the bay to watch it. The fans from each team were separated by a thin line of police, and I thought at any moment, pandemonium would ensue. Then, at the end of the game, as should have been expected, it did. Fire, yelling, body paint, and mopeds were all present in the absence of shirts and sanity. It was a blast.