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New Year's Eve dawned sunny and bright in Bodrum and it was warm enough to wander along the harbour without a coat. By midday, restaurants on the front were filling up and dog walking involved dodging drivers with phones clasped to ears, cruising the back streets looking for parking spaces. By mid-afternoon a chaotic air had taken over the town and traffic lights were being totally ignored so a trip to the supermarket necessitated a bit of shifty foot work. The municipality had a good line-up organised for its annual free pop concert and most locals and visitors were aiming to be in the town centre, even I was contemplating heading down there for a look. Then the rain started, which put me off the trip but didn't dampen the spirits of the committed revellers. At a few minutes to midnight we nipped up to our roof for a stereo firework display as the rockets zoomed up from the harbour in front and the Marmara Hotel behind. As the fireworks finished, in unison hands went to car horns and we closed our roof door on the cacophony of toots, peeps and blasts and gave thanks for our double glazing.
