Made sometime in the 70s this tale of a young American caught smuggling hishhash out of Turkey scared the living daylights out of me and I not only immediately gave up coffee but decided never to ever visit Turkey. However, some years later (in fact last week) I read a review of the movie which made me consider taking up the old beans again. To quote: In Mary Lee Settle's 1991 bookTurkish Reflections, she writes, "The Turks I saw in Lawrence of Arabia and Midnight Express were like cartoon caricatures, compared to the people I had known and lived among for three of the happiest years of my life.".
Add to this the fact that my daughter, Sarah, had been not once but twice and returned only with tales of apple tea and sunsets, I decided to 'go and see for myself'.
