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Here we are, finally back in Canada after our 3 1/2 month excursion through the Middle East. Being home has been a blast so far, which is why this blog is so late. I’ve been spending most of my time getting drunk and golfing, not necessarily in that order. Yeah, that’s one thing I really like about traveling – it makes you truly appreciate a lot of the things we have at home that we tend to take for granted. Like flushing our toilet paper. Or speaking English. One of the only downsides has been the jet lag which has been keeping me from sleeping in so far. Either jet lag or my body reacting to boiled egg withdrawal. Laynni, not surprisingly, has been in PA most of the time already which has been weird in itself after enjoying each other’s so-called company 24 hours a day for roughly 100…

Hotter Than Fag-Tags and Converse Shoes After our boat cruise we backtracked to Kas for a few days, curious to see what all the fuss was about. A nice little town on the Mediterranean coast that everyone we talked to has “absolutely loved”. Relatively quiet, beautiful setting, nice enough for the middle class, cheap enough for the backpackers, a good range of restaurants and hotels and lots of adventure sports available for those restless types. In fact, after much discussion we’ve come to the conclusion that Kas is currently residing at a point in time in the lifecycle of a tourist town that is roughly equivalent to the size of a pinhead, or the interval between meeting a Turkish person and being offered tea. This point is called…”the Climax”. A few years back people would have started showing up, cautiously feeling her up, then things started moving a little faster,…

Welcome aboard the Miriam-Sophie Blue Cruise where you’ll enjoy 4 days and 3 nights of exotic splendour. You’ll cruise the beautiful Mediterranean coast, swim in the calm blue waters and laze around like a degenerate bum. Don’t forget your unearned sense of privilege. Our much anticipated “Blue Cruise” got off to a somewhat questionable start, with the “gulet” arriving in port late, eventually backing our departure time up by about 3 – 4 hours. On the plus side, it gave us a chance to mill around and get to know the seven other people we were about to share very close quarters with for the next four days. Coincidentally, all eleven of us were either directly or indirectly from Canada or the U.S., although one couple now lives in Costa Rica. There’s always a certain amount of uneasiness that comes with deciding to spend every waking moment with a group…

There once was a family of Lockes. Laynni, Lyle and Nadine blazed a merry sightseeing trail right through Istanbul, on to the famous ruins at Ephesus and finally back to Fethiye where they were rescued by a handsome fellow with very becoming facial hair. This fellow then interviewed them about their travels…..and….THIS…. is their story: Lyle Locke 1) What shade of blue would you say the Blue Mosque is? Grey-blue, yeah, definitely greyish blue 2) Do you agree with the government’s proposal to have it shingled? Shingled? Hmm, didn’t know they were doing that. <deep in thought> No, I kind of think it should stay original. 3) Which of the following reasons are most to blame for Istanbul not being named capital of Turkey? a/ Shortage of taxis b/ The price of carpet c/ They kept choosing Scissors, never realizing that Ankara always takes Rock <Confused, did not provide an…

A brief record of my daily thoughts and feelings as I make the difficult transition from little girl into bigger girl along the Lycian Way… May 9 Caught the bus from Olympos to Fethiye. Narrow windy road, beautiful ocean views, Efes hangover, puke bag a serious consideration. Took a pill. No more nausea but met the ghost of Sammy Davis and shit blue. May 10Left half our gear in Fethiye and hiked (our) first leg of the Lycian Way, a famous 500km trail along the Mediterranean coast. Started in Alinca. Took first wrong turn 50 metres from Alinca. Hiked 35 minutes in the wrong direction, eventually stymied by a landslide washout and a pack of wild goats. Much swearing. Backtracked to the start. Happiness quotient low.   All downhill from there, literally. Incredible views, emerged at Kabak beach triumphantly as though we won the Boston marathon instead of hiked slowly…

Istanbul or Constantinople? Europe or Asia? Proud independent nation or clumsy hideous bird? In fact, Turkey would prove to be all of these. As if our border crossings weren’t already hard enough, what with the Syrian government’s fear of white people and all, on our way into Turkey we ended up getting saddled with a taxi driver so suspicious that he actually managed to deflect the attention away from us for a change. He was like a really bad sitcom actor trying to pretend he isn’t hiding anything, so he acts bizarrely nonchalant, inevitably gets called on it, completely falls apart, and hilarity ensues. Except instead of hilarity, what ensued in our case was the car being hauled off for a thorough search of the undercarriage. Somehow the guards weren’t put at ease by his repeatedly getting in and out of the car, opening and closing the trunk, rearranging the…

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