We're sitting in the house and I'm uploading photos for a blog post. We've decided to write about one of the new restaurants in Fethiye and then, as the photos are uploading, the olive oil bottle crashes to the floor (and, miraculously, doesn't smash) before the house starts to shake. We look up at each other, we're very calm (I don't know why) and we both go to stand outside until the shaking stops.
It's all over with in less than a minute and we realise we're both shaking. Fortunately, we've each got a bottle of Efes in the fridge. It's not there for much longer.
Friends holidaying in Çalış phone to check in, cancel the planned night out, and then we all agree to just meet up in a bar there. There's no power in the area but we're all together and beers have been transferred to the freezer to keep cold. Our friends are still in their swimming gear - they were sunbathing at the time - and the kids are back in the bar's swimming pool showing off their new diving skills and helping the landlord out by eating the quickly-melting ice-cream. Staff at the supermarket across the road are loading damaged goods into numerous shopping trolleys.
A few hours later, the electricity returns. The chef hits the kitchen and we all grab a menu. We're starving! Food and beers go down a treat and we all part company. Me and Barry stroll home, back towards the harbour lights of Fethiye - it's just another beautiful summer's evening from now on. Life's strange like that....