This is the winter of our relaxed sightseeing.

[linkwerk]

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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[anonymous]

Joseph, if you don't buy a fish sammich on the bosphorus, I'm gonna lay down an American ass beatin'.

-D

PS. Rug dealers=worse than drug dealers.