The blog name is Traveling Marla right?
So I’ll stick to the theme, see, I promised Marla I wouldn’t get her blog closed by picking touchy subjects like public exposure. (I had a great post about public exposure.)
Anyhow, I’m gonna tell you about my last trip to Turkey, lovely country.
It was a little over a year ago, plans were going to Syria, but things in Syria were not ideal at the moment so we decided to go to Turkey instead.
We were there for a month.
The minute we arrived and took the subway to our hotel we knew it was not what we thought it’d be.
One imagines a conservative society based on the fact that the predominant religion of the country is Muslim. Soon we learned that they are 90% Muslim as Spain is 100% catholic, just because they gotta be something.
Istanbul it’s a massive and vibrant city and older than many other cities in Europe, which brings me to: Why is it Turkey considered to be part of Europe?
Food is great, delicious, beyond fantastic, even street food, street food specially, ohhh and the juices, JC (I won’t say Jesus Christ because I don’t want to get him in the middle of this) almighty and all the apostles! The freshly squeezed juices.
I won’t go on forever talking about the great sights of Turkey, it’d be an endless post, but I’d love to recommend going to Cappadocia and staying in a cave hotel…
and since you are there take an unguided hike and climb to the only cellphone tower there is. The view from the top is great.
I didn’t say it is legal climbing there. Marla is not endorsing my suggestion, so do not sue her, you may sue me if you get arrested and end up in jail but I’m poor, so it’d be a double disappointment.
A brother has to drink right? A brother needs booze, so a brother’s gotta look for booze.
And this is what gets tricky in a “muslim” country, alcohol is not 100% legal, you find it in all the bars, but known brands are expensive.
A vodka (Absolute) and cranberry juice is around 25 Euros/ $33. I don’t travel cheap, I may be poor but when I travel I love to fake it, I love to feel like the trophy wife of an oil tycoon, however, there’s a limit. Getting wasted would mean I would have to spend at least $250 and you gotta agree, that spending that much just to barf 3 hours later is not a smart move at all.
So smart us (my friend and I ) decided to try the local brands, it worked, for half the price and a 10th of the amount I would need to get drunk with Absolute we both were totally hammered. That crap is poison, jet fuel perhaps, or nail polish remover.
To finish this story, let me summarize what we (my friend and I) made of that memorable trip:
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-You can publicly kiss on the subway
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-Never cut your hair in Istanbul if you don’t agree on the price before (60 Euros the hair cut)
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-Fresh Nar Suya (pomegranate juice) kicks ass
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-Cab drives are fearless and a cab rides are a total rush, that being said cab drivers are trustworthy, we were wasted 3 times and never, not once, were we ripped off
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-You never know what getting wasted is until you try Turkish alcohol, it’s poison, poison I said
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-Funny enough Turkish alcohol doesn’t give you a headache cuz it guarantees you will throw up the last bit of your stomach and liver the night before
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Thank you all for reading and thanks to Marla for letting me blog here, it’s been a pleasure.
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And visit Turkey, get wasted and have fun, that way you have stories to tell and be embarrassed of later on life.
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*About Leo, of Doggy’s Style:
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Leo has a secret. Like many others who regularly read Traveling Marla, he is in love with her. Well, maybe not love-love, so much as the kind of love where he has a kinda minor obsession with her. Nothing pervy or anything. Just a lil’ crush. (C’mon, you know you have it, too…)This may be because he doesn’t ever see her alleged “Hulking Out” rages from hormonal imbalance, or sideways stuck poo, or papercut, inconsistently stacked dishes, or whatever other little things send her into a tailspin. (Okay, this is all a lie which Marla made him tell because she is holding hostage a lil’ brown cow she promised to send him.)
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But seriously, writing about Leo, of Doggy’s Style is like staring at the sun. It’s bright and glorious, but staring too long makes you delirious, and possibly blind. He’s irreverent, appropriately inappropriate, well-traveled and dashing. He loves animals, but not in a love-love kinda’ way. Just a love kind. Y’know, not like a pervy weirdness, although he’s all kinds of pervy weirdness in other ways.
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Leo wrote today’s post under duress. He is a little resentful that Traveling Marla still has not sent him a little eraser cow that she promised him last fall. And he was nice enough to send her a postcard from Morocco, pretending to be her wandering, knocked-up daughter to entertain the nosey postman. And she repays him with…what? A lil’ eraser cow? Hasn’t happened yet. {sigh}
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Perhaps maybe it’s better to just go read his original bio after all…
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*Poor lil’ Leo made the mistake of telling Marla to make up his bio for him.
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Would you also like to stare at the sun for awhile? Come pester Leo with me, over at his blog: Doggy’s Style
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Traveling Marla is unplugged for three weeks while she prepares for her move to South Africa. She put out a call for guest posts (see original request here), and is grateful to receive so much support! Please see the full list below.
Please support these writers by reading each of their guest posts and checking out their own blogs!
Thanks, as always for taking time to read my blog and comment. Although I’m offline right now, I will return in a few short weeks when we’re settled in South Africa and I promise to read all of your comments!
Love, Marla
Dakota Garilli Trophos, of The Dancing Professor Leo, of Doggy’s Style Kayla, of Encounter Peru Benjamin Prewitt – Expression of my life – An evolution of art Kriscinda, of Heavy Metal Homesteading Lynne, of Home Free Adventures Jeff: my witty and hilarious ebberlubbinbrudder Jody, of Human Triumphant Julie of J-Bo.net Ingrid, of Live Laugh RV Ned Hickson of Ned’s Blog Rose, of On the Go Fitness Pierr Morgan Leslie and Amanda, of Survival is Relative Colin of Uber Beast Mode Robyn, of You Think Too Much Baz – The Landy (Out and About and Having Fun) Brandon: my quirky, brilliant, dashing nephew Dallas, of Crazy Train to Tinky Town CultFitCaroline, of Currer and the Bells
