We administered a last scramble to the black sea coast before we were due to fly out. We veered though Safronbolu and came out into the crescent of scraggly rocks that is Amasra.
Directly across the sea, though completely indiscernible, lies the jutting landmass of Sevastopol, Ukraine.
More readily apparent was the landfill directly across from the workout park.
Mystery tickets to the wind.
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