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Current Mood:
The Deep Old Desk:
2007
2006
2005
2004
The Bedside Table Mass:
number9dream - David Mitchell
Empires of the Word - Nicholas Ostler The Ottoman Centuries - Lord Kinross Jonathan Strange and Mr Norrell - Susanna Clarke A Winter in Arabia - Freya Stark And whatever came out of The Bookbag I'm a Literature Abuser Feed my addiction: *Amazon Wish List* ![]() Further Flingings:
Meanwhile:
After The Wave
As Above Brain Flotsam Deep Thoughts... if you must MissMeliss Néablog Samuel Pepy's Diary A Wallaby Abroad What was it I was doing again? Why should I listen to you? Mornington Crescent:
MU*s:
Niftiness:
Sluggy Freelance
Web of Lies Magnetic Poetry Orisinal Recipes Rough Guides Arthritis Research LUPUS UK News&Views:
Radio Praha Prague Post MF Dnes Rzeczpospolita Süddeutsche Zeitung Turkish Daily News newsturkey.com The Guardian GuardianWeekly Older Deeper Desks
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Tuesday, September 28, 2004
I am STILL in Egirdir. Hurrah! Thursday, September 23, 2004 I am in Egirdir. I have been here quite a while, mostly because it's a rather fab little place, and also because I am too lazy to really do very much any more. At any rate I am drinking vast amounts of tea and talking a whole variety of languages... So far I have met 6 Czechs at this hostel alone! Saturday, September 18, 2004 I have finally escaped from the lovely people at Homeros (they even taught me to crochet!) and moved on to the joyful tourist trap that is Pamukkale. Today I escaped that, too, and went to Aphrodisias, hurrah! Inbetween I am collecting lots of apologies from touts on the road 'I'm ever so sorry, I thought you were a tourist!' they yell after me in Turkish as I disappear down the road with my nose in the air. Also I am getting Turkish prices everywhere now, so I am feeling a lot happier. Tuesday, September 14, 2004 I am in Selçuk - still in Selçuk, as I seem to have moved into the pansiyon now. I am currently sitting at the computer of the pansiyon owner's cousin, inside his carpet shop. He has another carpet shop in Berkeley CA so he is not really trying to sell vaguely-impoverished-pretending-to-be-21-year-old-ex-teachers a carpet. Most of the rest of the people in this town have tried to sell me a carpet so there is now only about two streets left I can walk down without fear! Saturday, September 04, 2004 I seem to be in Ayvalık again. Not that there is anything wrong with this at all! I had a phone call from Loni and Jeremy saying they were coming down for a couple of days and was I in the area, so I dragged a couple of people along with me from the hostel in Bergama and along with a few more people we have met here we have been consuming much alcohol and talking late into the night. Yesterday we did a little boat cruise which involved sailing from pretty little cove to pretty little cove where everyone jumped into the water apart from me, who sat on the back of the boat kicking my feet in the water, even though everyone gallantly promised to save me if I decided to fall in and drown. We were utterly forcefed tons of istavrit-type fish and salad on the boat (I managed 5, Jeremy ate getting on for 20) followed by large helpings of watermelon and topped off by one of the boatmen forcefeeding us all lokma (fried sweet dough balls) by holding it in front of my mouth and stuffing it in at as fast a rate as he could. Well, he was amused anyway!
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