Riding the shortbus
Today, Robyn and İ utterly failed to ride the bus. Our intended plan was to go to the Grand Bazaar, but this was ruthlessly thwarted by the evil public transit system.
First off, there is no discernable schedule that we could find. You buy these little tickets from a guy in a little booth (very similar to the guys in the booth across the street from us, minus the dogs). You can also buy tickets from guys with little tables set up directly in front of, but in no way connected to, the booth. For some reason, the table guys sell tickets for more than the booth guys. No one seems to care about this thriving black economy. İt might be above the board, but İ have some doubts.
To compound matters more, in addition to the city run buses, there are also private buses that look almost ıdentical. Some of these private buses take tickets from the booth, some don't. They appear to run the exact same routes, though. After trying to board several buses and being rebuked, Robyn and İ decided to go to the Bazaar tomorrow. To compensate for failing to do something Turkish, we bought a big box of Turkish delight and ate it.
This city is absurdly different from any that İ've been to. İ have not yet figured out how to post the pictures that we have taken, so ya'll might have to wait until we get back. We shall see. İf İ magıcally get smarter in the next month and a half, then maybe pictures. Until then, you'll just have to imagine.
Here, try this: think of the biggest city that you know of, but with more dirt. Also, the oldest buildings that you can think of are crammed with flashy new stores. Outside these Western stores are old ladies selling peppers and handcrafts. None of the cobblestones are even and all of the roads lead straight down into the ocean (İ mean this, It's way worse than Seattle. You get a workout just leaving your building). İmagine burned out, half demolished buildings and streets and constant roadwork (all due to the last earthquake). Also, everyone speaks Turkish.
And you can't figure out how to ride the bus.
Will
First off, there is no discernable schedule that we could find. You buy these little tickets from a guy in a little booth (very similar to the guys in the booth across the street from us, minus the dogs). You can also buy tickets from guys with little tables set up directly in front of, but in no way connected to, the booth. For some reason, the table guys sell tickets for more than the booth guys. No one seems to care about this thriving black economy. İt might be above the board, but İ have some doubts.
To compound matters more, in addition to the city run buses, there are also private buses that look almost ıdentical. Some of these private buses take tickets from the booth, some don't. They appear to run the exact same routes, though. After trying to board several buses and being rebuked, Robyn and İ decided to go to the Bazaar tomorrow. To compensate for failing to do something Turkish, we bought a big box of Turkish delight and ate it.
This city is absurdly different from any that İ've been to. İ have not yet figured out how to post the pictures that we have taken, so ya'll might have to wait until we get back. We shall see. İf İ magıcally get smarter in the next month and a half, then maybe pictures. Until then, you'll just have to imagine.
Here, try this: think of the biggest city that you know of, but with more dirt. Also, the oldest buildings that you can think of are crammed with flashy new stores. Outside these Western stores are old ladies selling peppers and handcrafts. None of the cobblestones are even and all of the roads lead straight down into the ocean (İ mean this, It's way worse than Seattle. You get a workout just leaving your building). İmagine burned out, half demolished buildings and streets and constant roadwork (all due to the last earthquake). Also, everyone speaks Turkish.
And you can't figure out how to ride the bus.
Will
posted by Will at 5:38 AM
1 Comments:
"Make money NOW!" "How to repair a bicycle!" "FREE credit now!" Haha just kidding. It's your cousin, Katie. Hope you're having fun, and you figure out how to ride the bus!
Love Katie
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