Hey Israel. Remember the last time you went into Lebanon to secure your northern border and clear out a radical group that had set up a pseudo-state without the consent of the Lebanese government? Remember how well that turned out?
There is a guy in Ankara who protests various things by riding around on a horse dressed as don quixote. I went to a potluck at his house today. He served me kofte, and explained how the Southeastern Anatolian Project is destroying important historical sites. Later the Americans had a drunken snowball fight coming in after curfew. The Most
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Ankara is still frozen. It starts melting during the day, but that nasty high-altitude temperature drop just solidifies it all overnight. Coming back from break just about everybody has slumped into some sort of dismal winter/second term depression. Except for me. I'm managing to stay just perky enough to sort of wierd out my despondent comrades.
I left Ankara in a blur of caffine and stress, emailing in my last term papers as I threw clothes into my backpack. Boarding the Fetiyeh express, it really hadn't sunk in yet that I was on vacation. The train rumbled away into the Anatolian night. Riding that last crest of energy from the godawful german nescafe drinks (mit pseudomethamphetamine!)
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Today I hit my limit for travel. I'm all travelled out, dammit. For the past twenty-three days I've seen art galleries, ruins, palaces, tombs, and museums just about nonstop. So I decided today; screw it. I went to the movies
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