The fat lady sings That’s all she wrote There ain’t no more I’m outta here Gone fishin’ That’s all folks The curtain falls Hanging up the gloves Calling it quits That’s a wrap The mic drops Fin Retired -30-
Old cricketer leaves the crease
Nobody’s business but the Turks
Here in Istanbul, you find shade where you can, a breeze if possible. Even at the end of September it’s hot here. The summer must be unbearable.
Antalya ili
The gangster was at least half right. The dodgy rental car made the 5 hour drive to Kaş without crapping out.
Muğla ili
...And yes, I noticed that my headgear is even more ridiculous than before.
My Own Private Iliad
We stayed in Parikia, a charming port that manages to be both a gaudy beach town and a pretty old Mediterranean village, with whitewashed alleyways, covered at this time of year with bougainvillea blooms.
