The gangster was at least half right. The dodgy rental car made the 5 hour drive to Kaş without crapping out.
I love it. And by cricket, I mean test cricket: matches that last for days, scores that run into the hundreds, game officials dressed like scientists. They stop the game for lunch, and then later for tea time, before resuming until the light fades. It is all very unfamiliar and, frankly, weird. And by loving [...]