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Travel day
... magnificent displays of colour and culture. The most impressive are the sweets shops with enormous displays of Turkish delight.
We lashed out and had dinner in an up market restaurant on the main drag. Excellent Turkish pide (pizza), kebab and lahmacun (like a thin pizza).
Accommodation: Asur hotel
TL 10 = A$5.35
Temperature today around 10C
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Türkmenistan
... miraculously. The man trusted only orphans. In Türkmenistan, orphans are the lucky ones: they live in palace and get the only good education in the country. Since the regime trusts no one with family or other ties, only orphans are given important state jobs.
The fact that the lunatic Türkmenbaşy died is totally irrelevant: his successor has apparently seen no choice but to continue in his golden footsteps after his ...
Goodbye Istanbul
... place had been only open for 10 minutes: it still took us a half an hour to get in.
While we were waiting, a motorcycle policemen pulled up on his Harley Davidson cop bike. He thought he was pretty cool. He was sitting up so straight that you would have thought that he had a broom handle glued to his back. He pushed open the visor and strutted around the front of the museum, looking for someone to give trouble to: 'cause he was the tough guy. Anyway after ...
Ottomans and All the Men, Part II
... I’m just a girl who wants to see the castle, goshdarnit. I bought a couple of skewers of fried mussels (I had to) and climbed a rather steep, snowy road, slipping and sliding whenever I stepped on an area with less friction than I expected, and eventually made my way up. My goal was to eat the mussels-on-a-stick in the shadows (well, sunlight. It was cold) of the castle ruins, overlooking the black sea and breathing in fresh mountain air. This goal lasted as long as the ...
Chapter Twenty - Shopping day in Istanbul
... sheet to make plates and bowls. We are welcomed in with smiles as these are workmen, not salesmen. One artist proudly shows us his name and photos in a well-used rumpled craft magazine from Illinois. I even have my shoes polished by Cafer, Rick Steves’ favourite shoeshine man.
Bryan and I feel we’ve had enough of the bazaar, so we give Michael and the ladies an hour or so to ...