Boxed In.

He just keeps my juice flowing.

Alanya, Gözleme, and Tavla.

We went to Alanya for some shopping today and visited the Citadel which was built during the 13 th century. The castle stands on a peninsula, and one can get a marvelous view of its tips while standing on the castle’s seaward.

I skipped breakfast as well as lunch today, and I was really running out of energy and stamina (not that I had a high level of such, though, hyak hyak) from all that hiking and hill-climbing so it was high time for me to refill my calorie tank again. While driving downhill we past by a local homey tea garden. And stopped there as a matter of course. It was no coincidence that they had snacks too. Lucky for me. Instead of having a çay, I decided to go for an ayran (a refreshing Turkish yoghurt drink), as this tastes better with gözleme (“goez-leh-meh”, a Turkish pancake). I had one filled with feta cheese and minced meat. What a soothing relief to my hungry palate.

We ended the day hanging out and chilling in the same café bar we were in Manavgat yesterday, playing tavla (Turkish backgammon) and smoking nargile.

 

Standing in Ali Baba’s Shoes.

I was in desperate need of some bedroom slippers as it was no fun moving around barefoot even in the comfort of my hotel room. So I just got the next best ones I could.

Sleepless Sunday.

Sunday morning outside my window.

“Many things – such as loving, going to sleep, or behaving unaffectedly – are done worst when we try hardest to do them.” – C.S. Lewis

 

I feel you, Mr. Lewis.

ESP.

I sent my best friend a text message today asking her to finally give me a sign of her existence as I have not heard from her since weeks now. It totally bowled me over when she wrote back that she actually sent me an e-mail a few hours before. You see, we have this thing about doing certain stuff at the same time without even knowing it. I recall one moment when we actually wrote each other a letter on the very same day. We were indeed dumbfounded by this coincidence when we gave each other our letters in school the next day (it was on a Monday; we wrote the letters on a Saturday). There were times when I suddenly just get the urge to talk to her, when as she would actually have the need of talking to someone saner than her at that very moment.

Well now, 11 years later and about 10,500 km further, our ESP for each other still never seems to evanesce.

8 years ago.