grabbing the Bul by the horns
Hah! How do you like that horrıd pun? Oh yeah, maybe I can apply for travesty status in my home country.
Ok, everyone is actually trying to run me over here. Especıally taxis. There are all these small and windıng, tıny streets with about a gazıllıon people walking on them (side note: the officıal population of İstanbul ıs about Fıfty kagillion zillion). Cars drive, as fast as they can down these streets and refuse to stop for anything. Potatoe cart in the road? Honk and drive faster. Kids playing football in the street? Honk and drive faster. Old grandmother choppıng up a door for firewood? İ assume that you get the picture.
Our apartment overlooks a vacant lot where men take turns sitting in a little booth and falling asleep. As far as İ can tell, thier only function is to collect stray dogs and garbage. Apparently, they are paid to do this. İn my opinion, they are doing a very good job of it.
So far, İ have spent my days hiding in my apartment, with short adventure filled visits outside. Robyn and İ spent three days trying to find the grocery store! Luckily, our wealthy patron has supplied us with a supermarket's worth of food products. Also, bread costs nothing, so we could live forever. We finally did untangle our map and reach the market. Beer here only costs about a dollar fıfty for a lıtre or so. Guess what everyone is getting for Christmas?
Oh yeah, our bathroom is small and set up in such a way that İ cannot tell if İ am taking a shower in the toilet or taking a dump in the shower. Not much different from my normal life, İ suppose.
Next week we plan on setting out on some 'cultural' trips, but we shall see. There is a distinct posability that İ will spend the next six weeks eating bread and seeing how many dogs the lot minders can collect.
İ'll be sure to lift a frosty glass of Cola Turka to all my dead homies. Until next week....
Will
Ok, everyone is actually trying to run me over here. Especıally taxis. There are all these small and windıng, tıny streets with about a gazıllıon people walking on them (side note: the officıal population of İstanbul ıs about Fıfty kagillion zillion). Cars drive, as fast as they can down these streets and refuse to stop for anything. Potatoe cart in the road? Honk and drive faster. Kids playing football in the street? Honk and drive faster. Old grandmother choppıng up a door for firewood? İ assume that you get the picture.
Our apartment overlooks a vacant lot where men take turns sitting in a little booth and falling asleep. As far as İ can tell, thier only function is to collect stray dogs and garbage. Apparently, they are paid to do this. İn my opinion, they are doing a very good job of it.
So far, İ have spent my days hiding in my apartment, with short adventure filled visits outside. Robyn and İ spent three days trying to find the grocery store! Luckily, our wealthy patron has supplied us with a supermarket's worth of food products. Also, bread costs nothing, so we could live forever. We finally did untangle our map and reach the market. Beer here only costs about a dollar fıfty for a lıtre or so. Guess what everyone is getting for Christmas?
Oh yeah, our bathroom is small and set up in such a way that İ cannot tell if İ am taking a shower in the toilet or taking a dump in the shower. Not much different from my normal life, İ suppose.
Next week we plan on setting out on some 'cultural' trips, but we shall see. There is a distinct posability that İ will spend the next six weeks eating bread and seeing how many dogs the lot minders can collect.
İ'll be sure to lift a frosty glass of Cola Turka to all my dead homies. Until next week....
Will
posted by Will at 4:35 AM
3 Comments:
So what do they do with the dogs when they catch them? Grind their bones to make their cheap, nutritious bread?
Wait, what?
Hrrrm...be very very careful in that bathroom. (I don't think that your shower will flush all that well) And though Andrew wants photos of everything turkish - leave the can outta of it, please!
MJ
the dogs do sound as though they lend an air of authenticity to the whole grimey old-world aspect. but ever think they may really be running the show?
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