But the thing is, I was travelling on my own. And let me have this one vain complaint- there's no one to take photos of you when you're travelling alone.
This is except for the handful of pitying strangers who offered to take a snap of me in front of some fancy scenery, which I see as less than a thankful habit of other tourists. Pictures of me standing awkwardly with a beach behind me aren't going to be flattering. The best pictures of people aren't the ones where they're told to stand and say cheese by a well meaning American tourist. It's not like I could pull a face or try to be funny- you don't want the stranger holding your camera to think you're mental, after all. So all of my photographs taken from Turkey are of scenery- and I'm aware that no one is interested in seeing my amateur shots of sweeping landscapes, so I'm sparing you. You're welcome.
The slightly more self-concious reason is that of the few pictures taken of me by friends I made while I was away, about 90% of them are of me in a bikini. I'm not particularly shy about this- I'm fairly happy to let a few of them be seen by my friends (and readers of this blog!). I just don't want to be that girl with an entire photo album of her in a bikini. It's a bit self indulgent, and also implies I spent the last three weeks wearing next to nothing, which isn't the case.
So instead, I'm saving my Facebook timeline from most of the pictures. I've uploaded a handful, including some from Sam's birthday night out I went on the day I got back to Yorkshire, but that's your lot. Anyone (i.e. no one) hoping to be able to browse through, I'm sorry. I can imagine this is difficult for you, but you'll be okay in the end.