An unlikely meeting

We lived on a boat in Kalamata in the southern Peloponnese in 1992. We made many friends there especially with English speaking migrants one being Andrew who was a South African who was enjoying retirement in a motor home based on an old military vehicle. We were amused by the way we would often meet him and his wife by accident when we shopped in Kalamata. Another friend, Tony needed a lift to the Island of Rhodes and after delivering him to the island by crossing the Aegean sea we decided to visit Turkey and made landfall at a small town called Datca at the end of a 100 mile long peninsula on the southern coast. We visited the small town and ended in a carpet shop. I was sitting in the corner of the room drinking apple tea. The door was diagonally across from me. Because of the angle I could see the street outside through a slit only about three or four inches wide. Traffic was slow outside. It stopped and I saw a small portion of edge of the bodywork of a van. I recognized it immediately and strode across the room and stood in the middle of the road in front of my friends' van with arms wide and a loud 'Hello'.