Northern Cyprus Again:

Having gone through passport control and security (see previous blog), we settled down in the departure lounge of the tiny Ercan Airport waiting to board our plane to Istanbul.

Soon a middle-aged couple joined us and sat in the seats opposite, the woman was crying inconsolably and the husband was doing his best to comfort her.  She pulled out a hankie and began to sob into that.  She drenched the cloth and gallantly, the husband offered his hankie, which she proceeded to fill with tears and snot.  The woman was beside herself with sadness, we presumed because she said goodbye to loved ones whom she wasn’t going to see for a long time.  This went on for about 10 minutes with her crying her heart out and the man doing his best to ease her grief.

Suddenly, and without warning, she stopped crying, reached down to her holdall bag and began to empty its contents into her lap. There was bread, cheese, fruit, lettuce, pickles, and various unidentifiable edible items.  The two of them began to devour the feast as though it was their last supper; grief was put on hold.

Clearly sadness gives you an appetite.