We went on a four day cruise in this turkish sail boat thing. It ruled. It was supposed to be us an 7 Australians but as it happened they cancelled at the last minute and we got the run of the place. Less drunken perhaps than it would have been, it was though probably infinitely more relaxing. Just us and the crew, a lot of swimming in ruins and/or hidden coves, huge and delicious Turkish meals cooked on board, dolphins at one point, backgammon, The Poisonwood Bible...
The first night these rich as all hell polish people who had chartered a luxury sailboat came over for drinks (our boats having been tied together to weather a storm that had crept up on everyone). THe main dude brought over the best Vodka I'd ever tasted and bounced back and forth between proclaiming the justness and injustice of a world driven by the acquisitive nature of the human race... particularly the upper cadres. Not that that's necessarily contradictory, but from him it was, it couldn't not be as he was so pationately emotional whatever his opinion and so aggressive about drunkenly elaborating it. Heh. By the end of the night he was taking down our digits and inviting us all to spend the rest of the summer in Warsaw. I lost his contact information the next day however when I decided to take a swim without emptying the pockets of my bathing suit.
Ask me sometimes and I'll tell you more about it. I need to check out soon though so I'd better move on.
From the boat we went to this place called Olympos where backpackers stay in tree houses and spend the days climbing around the spectacular mountains in the surrounding area, lounging on the rocky beach, or putzing around the local ruins (I'm learning Yiddish by the way. My vocabulary stands currently at the following, forgive poor spelling... it's supposed to be in the hebrew alphabet anyway: Meshigenah, Schlemeel, Schlemozel, Babele, kvetch, schtetel, putz, tukhis, schlepp, shmuck, schmaltz, and I forget the one that's what's thrown away after a bris but I'm intent on retaining it before I let Brent off the hook). At midnight our first night there we were walking back from the fire spouting slope of the mountain which gives Olympos its name and I got a call from my aunt who gave me the news that the condo that's been the bane of my exhistence has finally sold. Not only that but it sold the day it was put up on the market. Not only that but it sold for the price of initial posting which was significantly higher than we had expected. I am very happy and you can all breathe a sigh of relief.
From Olympos we made our way to Konya, birthplace of the Dervish order, and spent a day wandering around mosques and museums. Karin was told she was dressed inappropriately because her skirt only went down to about 4 inches below her knees.
Next was cappadoccia and we've done a crapload most of which can be best expressed pictorially so I'll maybe give details about this later. I'll say this much though: it's otherworldly. Yesterday we were hiking around and got caught in the rain. WE fuond a rock arch that we were able to shimmy up into and waited it out playing backgrammon.
Here's hoping that the days ahead at least keep pace with those behind!
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