Who’s in charge of continents?
Oct 21st, 2010, 09:35 PM
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Thank you Weber, see we do go places other than Spain.
It seems both Stu and Other could not hold a job and have done more things than Keith Richards. Whenever they read a posting, they did that. I am glad I did not run into a hooker.
I have not read that John Barth book, and yes, he more inaccessible than the writers on the Lounge. Now I am confusing inaccessible and unexplainable.
I think Cold actually hit his head on toilet and the car rental guy was also the men's room attendent.
It seems both Stu and Other could not hold a job and have done more things than Keith Richards. Whenever they read a posting, they did that. I am glad I did not run into a hooker.
I have not read that John Barth book, and yes, he more inaccessible than the writers on the Lounge. Now I am confusing inaccessible and unexplainable.
I think Cold actually hit his head on toilet and the car rental guy was also the men's room attendent.
Oct 22nd, 2010, 12:14 AM
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I have the same problem with New York, New York.
While I understand that both the Bush and Obama administration want Turkey to join the EU you can understand why Western Europe shudders with concern. Its tough enough with the Greeks in let alone the Bulgarians.
On the other hand I enjoy every trip I've ever made to Turkey and you are clearly having a great time
While I understand that both the Bush and Obama administration want Turkey to join the EU you can understand why Western Europe shudders with concern. Its tough enough with the Greeks in let alone the Bulgarians.
On the other hand I enjoy every trip I've ever made to Turkey and you are clearly having a great time
Oct 24th, 2010, 11:46 AM
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Adu, where ya been? Whassamatter, no Wifi in Cirali? Now you get everyone excited about your ongoing TR and you fade away?
Local poh-lice finally caught up with you? Other C's posts too disturbing for a quiet New Yorker? Andrea ran off with a 6'6" masseur? I'll have to give your previewer's task over to a nimble-fingered chimp on an abacus!
stu
Local poh-lice finally caught up with you? Other C's posts too disturbing for a quiet New Yorker? Andrea ran off with a 6'6" masseur? I'll have to give your previewer's task over to a nimble-fingered chimp on an abacus!
stu
Oct 24th, 2010, 03:02 PM
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It seems that i am not the only one who is getting worried.
You do not have to write long. Just a few words to say you and Andrea are fine.
In fact some people may prefer that you do not write long. Not i of'course. Once i even read a hundred page book.
Tower, if you buy my book i will buy yours. It is highly probable that neither one of us will understand much, but we can do it in the name of globalization. (most of my book is in turkish, but it also has nice pictures) Proof of purchase will be an amazon review.
You do not have to write long. Just a few words to say you and Andrea are fine.
In fact some people may prefer that you do not write long. Not i of'course. Once i even read a hundred page book.
Tower, if you buy my book i will buy yours. It is highly probable that neither one of us will understand much, but we can do it in the name of globalization. (most of my book is in turkish, but it also has nice pictures) Proof of purchase will be an amazon review.
Oct 24th, 2010, 05:32 PM
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Maybe I'll have you replace Aduchamp. Naw...he's already plowed through 16 chapters...only two more to go
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Maybe I'll have you replace Aduchamp. Naw...he's already plowed through 16 chapters...only two more to go
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Oct 24th, 2010, 10:16 PM
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Unlike you other people, I must do something in order to report. I will have a report in a day or two.
Absistence makes the heart grow fonder and other things.
Reports of my arrest are premature.
Tower writes:
I'll have to give your previewer's task over to a nimble-fingered chimp on an abacus!
This is a far better idea, overall. He will have a greater affinity and insight than any human.
Absistence makes the heart grow fonder and other things.
Reports of my arrest are premature.
Tower writes:
I'll have to give your previewer's task over to a nimble-fingered chimp on an abacus!
This is a far better idea, overall. He will have a greater affinity and insight than any human.
Oct 25th, 2010, 02:12 AM
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"Unlike you other people, I must do something in order to report."
This was a first rate put down, which I would have thought would shut the critics up either for a) a day or two, or b) until their next drink. Given Otherchelebi's immediate response, I was either a) wrong, or b) OC is already into the grapes very early Monday morning.
This was a first rate put down, which I would have thought would shut the critics up either for a) a day or two, or b) until their next drink. Given Otherchelebi's immediate response, I was either a) wrong, or b) OC is already into the grapes very early Monday morning.
Oct 25th, 2010, 03:07 AM
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This is one of the most hilarious TR I have read on this forum. I am having a hard time in deciding whether the OP is more witty, or the posters who are reading along are contributing more to the humour !
Keep it coming.
Keep it coming.
Oct 25th, 2010, 10:54 AM
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We are leaving Cirali, a town that looks like the place at the end of “Silence of the Lambs” where Hannibal Lechter tells Jodie Foster and tells her, “I’m having an old friend for dinner.
After a six hour drive, we are ready to lie down in the Bordello Bat Cave. The bed is surrounded by red gauzy material as are the windows, that is intended to make it romantic I suppose. And the lights are low but not intentionally. We are in Pamukkale at the Melrose Hotel. As usual the hosts are warm and funny and the room is high up and weird. The toilet resembles a teapot. We turn on the TV for a few minutes and soon we realize we are watching Aljazeera in English. There was a discussion about the new increased French retirement age conducted from Doha with some talking tetes in Paris and one academic from Birmingham. It had the same manic tone of a Chris Matthews interview but they are French cry babies. I was a little nervous, however, when the weather person on Aljazeera said it was going to be “bomby’ in Madrid.
Pamukkale is known for its calcium hot waters and extensive Roman ruins. The Roman Gate which leads to a main street is formidable just as the architects intended. There are a few columns remaining and the latrine is also is identifiable. This is adjacent to a large necropolis. Andrea did not want to visit the Agora since she has agoraphobia. I have a great fear of Andrea. Although there are many buses of tourists, they do not visit the far ruins but stay near the waters.
Wherever we travel in Turkey we are charged something. Even to enter one town we were robbed at the entrance. At Pamukkale we are charged for parking, then there is 20 Turkish Lira charge per person for entry and an additional 25 TYL for use of the hot springs. I understand they need money but it is not welcoming. You do not bathe in the hot springs in a private area but you channeled through a stream like salmon, as you pass by the cafeteria and other areas where visitors can stare down upon you. Look for me on You Tube via Japanese tourists who made a video of me trying to wring the pain of the first week in Turkey. Even though I look like a whale, I barked like a seal to ward them off, but they just thought I was speaking bad Japanese.
It takes a village. As we leave Pamukkale, the owners of the hotel of direct us to the pharmacy in town, since I have some congestion. There is a knot of people speaking as we enter. The first person to approach us is a visiting drug saleswoman, known in the US as a detail person. I have read that drug companies in the US hire ex-cheerleaders to sell drugs because they are perky and artificially positive. She was cheery bit not very helpful. The next person who tried to help was the store manager. He used to work at Walgreen’s because he still had “I’ll get someone to help you because I was just the stock boy last week and I still do not know anything” look. There was a customer who spoke English who explained to the knowledgeable young women behind the counter what was wrong, who retrieved some sort of powder to which I must mix with water. There is something universal about the lowest paid competent people keeping the world on an even keel.
We are now headed for Sirince. Stu Tower said there was a great kebab stand on the road between. We drove slowly and looked at every kebab stand. Stu the place had changed since your last visit in 1917.
You are fortunate that Andrea and I are alive. We are staying at a pricey hotel in Sirince called Nisanyan. We thought we discovered it, then we noticed it was recommended in Frommer’s. The road to the hotel is one of those narrow creatures with hairpin turns, no guard rails, and where one wrong move and you descend thousands of feet into the Turkish countryside. Of course there are also tourist buses with which to contend. Then when we made the final turn towards the hotel on a 90 degree upslope, we found the town has left many holes for new electrical work. Rev up in first and hope for the best. The hotel is well done as the walls resemble ancient Rome through some trompe l’oiel. The receptionist felt sorry for us and gave us some salad even though the kitchen was closed. Not too sorry, tonight will probably be the most expensive meal we will eat in Turkey. I must inquire if you die on the road up, are you still responsible for the cancellation fee.
We are leaving Cirali, a town that looks like the place at the end of “Silence of the Lambs” where Hannibal Lechter tells Jodie Foster and tells her, “I’m having an old friend for dinner.
After a six hour drive, we are ready to lie down in the Bordello Bat Cave. The bed is surrounded by red gauzy material as are the windows, that is intended to make it romantic I suppose. And the lights are low but not intentionally. We are in Pamukkale at the Melrose Hotel. As usual the hosts are warm and funny and the room is high up and weird. The toilet resembles a teapot. We turn on the TV for a few minutes and soon we realize we are watching Aljazeera in English. There was a discussion about the new increased French retirement age conducted from Doha with some talking tetes in Paris and one academic from Birmingham. It had the same manic tone of a Chris Matthews interview but they are French cry babies. I was a little nervous, however, when the weather person on Aljazeera said it was going to be “bomby’ in Madrid.
Pamukkale is known for its calcium hot waters and extensive Roman ruins. The Roman Gate which leads to a main street is formidable just as the architects intended. There are a few columns remaining and the latrine is also is identifiable. This is adjacent to a large necropolis. Andrea did not want to visit the Agora since she has agoraphobia. I have a great fear of Andrea. Although there are many buses of tourists, they do not visit the far ruins but stay near the waters.
Wherever we travel in Turkey we are charged something. Even to enter one town we were robbed at the entrance. At Pamukkale we are charged for parking, then there is 20 Turkish Lira charge per person for entry and an additional 25 TYL for use of the hot springs. I understand they need money but it is not welcoming. You do not bathe in the hot springs in a private area but you channeled through a stream like salmon, as you pass by the cafeteria and other areas where visitors can stare down upon you. Look for me on You Tube via Japanese tourists who made a video of me trying to wring the pain of the first week in Turkey. Even though I look like a whale, I barked like a seal to ward them off, but they just thought I was speaking bad Japanese.
It takes a village. As we leave Pamukkale, the owners of the hotel of direct us to the pharmacy in town, since I have some congestion. There is a knot of people speaking as we enter. The first person to approach us is a visiting drug saleswoman, known in the US as a detail person. I have read that drug companies in the US hire ex-cheerleaders to sell drugs because they are perky and artificially positive. She was cheery bit not very helpful. The next person who tried to help was the store manager. He used to work at Walgreen’s because he still had “I’ll get someone to help you because I was just the stock boy last week and I still do not know anything” look. There was a customer who spoke English who explained to the knowledgeable young women behind the counter what was wrong, who retrieved some sort of powder to which I must mix with water. There is something universal about the lowest paid competent people keeping the world on an even keel.
We are now headed for Sirince. Stu Tower said there was a great kebab stand on the road between. We drove slowly and looked at every kebab stand. Stu the place had changed since your last visit in 1917.
You are fortunate that Andrea and I are alive. We are staying at a pricey hotel in Sirince called Nisanyan. We thought we discovered it, then we noticed it was recommended in Frommer’s. The road to the hotel is one of those narrow creatures with hairpin turns, no guard rails, and where one wrong move and you descend thousands of feet into the Turkish countryside. Of course there are also tourist buses with which to contend. Then when we made the final turn towards the hotel on a 90 degree upslope, we found the town has left many holes for new electrical work. Rev up in first and hope for the best. The hotel is well done as the walls resemble ancient Rome through some trompe l’oiel. The receptionist felt sorry for us and gave us some salad even though the kitchen was closed. Not too sorry, tonight will probably be the most expensive meal we will eat in Turkey. I must inquire if you die on the road up, are you still responsible for the cancellation fee.
Oct 25th, 2010, 12:46 PM
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Adu, I went to great lengths to send you this photo months ago...clearly spells it out..sorry you missed it.
Anyone else....no menu, skewers of small chunks of delicious lamb, served with a large sliced onion, tomatoes and fresh bread. The waiter comes by to count the number of empty skewers..thence, he writes your bill accordingly.
stu
Adu, I went to great lengths to send you this photo months ago...clearly spells it out..sorry you missed it.
Anyone else....no menu, skewers of small chunks of delicious lamb, served with a large sliced onion, tomatoes and fresh bread. The waiter comes by to count the number of empty skewers..thence, he writes your bill accordingly.
stu
Oct 25th, 2010, 01:15 PM
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This has become too depressing for me to respond anymore. where is the joie de vivre? why is Andrea not smiling anymore in the photographs?
Did the red room come supplied with a live one who was shooed out?
Please take some cat food with you to Ephesus and St. John's basilica for the cats, and pour some water from the bottles which you should be carrying wth you in some indentations in the marble, unless it rains.
Did the red room come supplied with a live one who was shooed out?
Please take some cat food with you to Ephesus and St. John's basilica for the cats, and pour some water from the bottles which you should be carrying wth you in some indentations in the marble, unless it rains.
