Bozcada architecturally looks like a Greek Island but its Turkish. 

We arrive at 8 at night, well after dark and go in search for something to eat and some engine oil.

The place is dead, off season and shut up, however the owners of a cute B&B are having some drinks and invite us out of the rain and feed and water us.  

The owners are two sisters one of which, later twenties, drives us to a gas station to get our oil.

She has recently moved back from Istanbul to be near her family and lower her stress levels.  She left Istanbul diagnosed with a MS. She maintains that the disease is in remission since leaving the city and she is much happier now where she is.