amichevole

i don't know what "amichevole" means, but when I typed an "a" into the title field it popped up as an option. I took it because I can't think of a better title.

Currently in Greece, Santorini to be exact, lazing about on the beach and doing almost nothing at all. Yesterday I walked for three hours along the edge of the caldera from Fira/Thira to Oia. Every day as the sun goes down the western edge of Oia fills with tourists who come to witness this little known and rare phenomenon called "sunset".
A greek/canadian used car salesman tries to pick up every women who walks past, using the unique approach of commenting on her apparel.
"Nice Pumas."
"They're fake."
"Where you from? Want to get a glass of wine?"

I spent about a week in Istanbul - it took all of 12 hours to fall in love with the city and decide that I want to live there one day. I stayed with the brilliant Marion who put up with my ever expanding stay (and yes! was the inspiration for the fishing rods photo!). Marion showed me a side of the city I never expected to see, namely the side where enormous blond tranny prostitutes mace small men and then run away on impossible stilettos.

In Istanbul my digestive woes began, and lasted for the remainder of my time in Turkey. I don't know what it was - brushing my teeth with local water, bad mayonnaise on a doner kebap, the ayran? It culminated in Antalya with me wandering around town in a daze, clutching a bag of vomit and searching in vain for a trashcan.