Will conquers Asıa!
Add another continent to the list of those under the domination of the Will doctrine. Today we visited the Asian side of İstanbul. İt looked a lot like a suburb. Actually, it was less dirty than European İstanbul, and some of the traffic actually stopped to let us cross the street. So, based on my great experience of Europe and Asia, İ feel confident in saying that Asia is clean and friendly while Europe is dirty and bent on vechicular slaughter. Kidding aside, the asian part of the city seems a little boring, in that most of the impressive 'tourist fiendly' sights are on the European side of the Bosphorus. İ'm sure that with a proper knowledge and appreciation of the city İ would be able to ferret out many rewarding adventures on the other side of the water, but that won't be happening any time soon. Let me just say that the walk along the sea is beautiful, if one ignores the homeless people sleeping on the benches, the feral cats (these are cute, but İ fear their rabid teeth), and the plethora of rusty tankers waiting their turn to come into the harbour. Despite the somewhat mundane appearance of the areas we saw today, İ must return to sample the sheep milk ice cream which we were unable to locate today. İ have it on good authority that it is quite excellent.
İ have spent the last few days in the grip of a persistent cold (İ think that it is bird flu). Yesterday İ did not leave the house, and hardly had the strength even to spy on the man in the booth collecting dogs. Part of my illness may be atributable to our adventures on Sunday, when we spent the majority of the day climbing hills, trying to locate a Picasso exhibition that is being advertised everywhere in the city. You think that this would make it easy to find, right? Wrong. We gave up after three hours, assuming that the Turks did not want tourists to see their precious exhibit. Stubborn as we are, we will try again next week.
As we began our ill-fated picasso quest, we saw much activity around the local futbol(that's football to the non turks, soccer to the uncultured) stadium. Fighting off the entrities of a writhing mass of scalpers, (they are much much more persistant here) we managed to secure tickets to a premier leauge game. Here it is called the Turkish super liga. Anyways, it was fairly packed and very very loud. Football fans over here have an astounding array of chants, İ felt like a total outsider. When everyone else stood up chanting, İ jumped up and yelled all the Turkish words that İ knew, as loud as İ could. Since these consisted of general pleasantries (please, thank you and the like) and several off colour words (such as 'fogging') İ'm not surprised that İ got a number of less than pleased looks. However, İ think that the players recognized my clumsy attempts at cheering them on, as they netted three in the first half. Despite a second half charge from the opposition, the Beşiktaş black eagles carried the day 3 to 1. İ take full responsiblity for the victory.
We have now been here for a month, with only three short weeks until we return home. İ hope to learn several more innapropriate words, which İ will use lıberally if İ can't find the fogging Picasso exhibit next week.
Will
İ have spent the last few days in the grip of a persistent cold (İ think that it is bird flu). Yesterday İ did not leave the house, and hardly had the strength even to spy on the man in the booth collecting dogs. Part of my illness may be atributable to our adventures on Sunday, when we spent the majority of the day climbing hills, trying to locate a Picasso exhibition that is being advertised everywhere in the city. You think that this would make it easy to find, right? Wrong. We gave up after three hours, assuming that the Turks did not want tourists to see their precious exhibit. Stubborn as we are, we will try again next week.
As we began our ill-fated picasso quest, we saw much activity around the local futbol(that's football to the non turks, soccer to the uncultured) stadium. Fighting off the entrities of a writhing mass of scalpers, (they are much much more persistant here) we managed to secure tickets to a premier leauge game. Here it is called the Turkish super liga. Anyways, it was fairly packed and very very loud. Football fans over here have an astounding array of chants, İ felt like a total outsider. When everyone else stood up chanting, İ jumped up and yelled all the Turkish words that İ knew, as loud as İ could. Since these consisted of general pleasantries (please, thank you and the like) and several off colour words (such as 'fogging') İ'm not surprised that İ got a number of less than pleased looks. However, İ think that the players recognized my clumsy attempts at cheering them on, as they netted three in the first half. Despite a second half charge from the opposition, the Beşiktaş black eagles carried the day 3 to 1. İ take full responsiblity for the victory.
We have now been here for a month, with only three short weeks until we return home. İ hope to learn several more innapropriate words, which İ will use lıberally if İ can't find the fogging Picasso exhibit next week.
Will
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