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We turned off our landline this week.

When we bought our not-really-new-anymore house in summer of 2007 and called to have phone service turned on, we also asked if they could send out a tech to install a new jack for the room that would be my office. The house is 120 years old and lack of phone jacks was but one of its quirks. Turned out, though, that wasn’t even the biggest phone-service-related surprise we’d encounter upon moving in.

It seems that someone in our home’s long past had decided that the house didn’t need a landline, would *never* need a landline, and thus, removed the cabling to the street. This is apparently not supposed to be done without some kind of official decree from the phone company, recorded in triplicate, so our poor Verizon installer, when he discovered this situation, had to call his supervisor to come out so that both of their heads could explode in unison.

Before the afternoon was over, the phone company had stopped traffic on the very busy street outside to run new cabling to our house. For all that effort, we were left with one functioning jack: the new, double-outlet one in my office. All the others in the house had had their wires cut, presumably by the same anti-phone remodeler who took the entire house off the grid at some point.

Having one jack seemed like it would be a bother, but I figured we’d get a multi-phone wireless setup, or a VOIP phone, or something. Meanwhile, the jack in my office let me set up the DSL and a fax machine, and of course we had cell phones, so it was no pressing matter to wire the rest of the house.

Nineteen months later, we still hadn’t wired the rest of the house. We give out our cell numbers if someone needs to know how to reach us. When the land line rings, we generally ignore it, much as the phone company has ignored my emails asking what I can do about the multiple daily spoofed-number calls from scammers who claim to be authorized to help me lower my credit card interest rates. The only other people who call me are NARAL, the ACLU, and the local fraternal order of police, all wanting my money. Which is why I hadn’t bothered to pick up voice mail messages since, oh, last July. I didn’t even know what the number to call to get them was, anymore. I’d used my fax machine about three times in nineteen months—two of them in the first summer we lived here, to finalize the sale of our old house. I don’t even need phone service for Internet, as our particular service is no-phone-line DSL.

I guess it took way too long to realize that there was no longer any reason to write a .47 check to Verizon every month.

I expected the phone company to flail and thrash about a bit when I called to break the news, and was not disappointed. Got the hard sell about how Verizon would be the only ones who could save my life if I needed to dial 911 really fast on a bad sunspots day, or something. I stood firm, if not a bit bitchy. Where was all this concern about my needs the last time I emailed their fraud department?

It doesn’t matter. It’s over. Our house is still wired, but we’re once again off the grid. Someday it will seem adorably quaint that I thought we needed to be on it.

Update on March 7: Today’s mail brought a refund check from Verizon of the credit on our account. The total? Eighty-one cents.

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Part 10: Istanbul and Prince Islands

7th of May 2004•17:58 hours

At last I have some time to write again. Now I am on the boat, coming from an island to the mainland, together with Oytun from the hospitalityclub. Since my arival yesterday morning we spent all time together. He picked me up from the station and after I dropped my backpack in his car and we eat someting on a terrass, we went sightseeing. First we visited a large underground cover from the 6th century, the Yerebatan Sarayi (sunk palace), a splendid dark space with water dropping everywhere from the ceiling. Then we went to the Ayasofya Camii Muzesi (Hagia Sofia), the most famous religious colossus from early Christianity, of splendid natural stone. Built in 532 as a church, but turned it into a mosque by sultan Mehmet in 1453 by renaming it and adding some tours. In the same area is the castle complex Topkapi Sarayi, where we spent a couple of hours examining the superb buildings, art treasures and weapons. Especially the harem labyrinth was very particular, although tourists were pushed through the complex in rapid speed. Afterwards we made a walk through the park to the car and visited the art academy, which is directly on the waterfront and has a terrace with a wonderful view. While Oytin and his girlfriend followed a lesson I enjoyed the time dreaming away and enjoying the view on passing ships. After Seray, his girlfriend, was finished with her sculpture, we drove to the central Taximquare on the hillock with a taxi to walk along the busy but car-free mainstreet. Underway they let me taste their favoriete snacks in the passage. Downstairs we ended up in a narrow street full of chairs for terrases. While drinking beer and eating fried potatoes we spoke about Dutch and Turkish singularities. On the way back we passed Seray’s loved clothing fair and found even more delicacies. Underway to the apartment of Oytan’ s parents I felt tired and dirty. I took a delicious shower at Oytan thuis and whereas I had not much more to say, he let see his photocollection on his computer. Once in bed I slept already before my host had turned offt his computer .

The next morning I woke up at half past six again, but fortunately I was able to sleep a little further. Still half sleepily Iexamined a little guide book about Istanbul and I discovered that I had seen already much of its main monuments. On a small square for the corn bazar we had breakfast with tosti’s and tea, whereupon we went to smell the sesonings inside the bazar. We passed the Yeni Camii mosque with so many cupolas and minarets and then strolled towards the water, where decided to take a boat to the Kizil Adalar (prince islands). Several beautiful old steamers were ready for departure and quite regularly a ship arrived and left, leaving behind hundreds of suburbians. On the water I am totally in my element and a considerable wind was blowing, so big waves were splashing against the ship. But Oytan found it pretty cold near the water and went sitting inside. On the first island, Kinaliada, we got off right away, Here he had also never been. It was still cuite calm on the island, we were the only tourists. At many places people were reparing their houses and prepare the streets for the summer. Also in the little restaurant we were the only guests. The traditional Turkish salads with small fishes and köfte (meatballs) tasted delicious and two cats enjoyed head and tails of the fish. After a walk we could obtain still exactly the boat to largest of the islands. On this island beautil villas can be found; surrounded by huge gardens with palm- and pine trees. After a second walk we came on picknick place, where we enjoyed the view, the smashing waves and the spring sun. On the boat Oytan was considerably exhausted and slept almost the complete trip, whereas I had enough time to write again in my diary.

9th of May 2004•10:52 hours

I had not seen that not only the times and the airport changed but also the day of my cheap flight from Corendon. I had therefore gone for nothing to the airport and had to endure a strict terrorist control. No matter if I wanted or not, I had to remain one day longer in Istanbul. It was not possible to stay again at Oytun’s place for an extra night because he got family visit, and I also did not want to bother him as well. But still he wanted to pick me up by car and bring me to a place to sleep. We decided to try it at the youth hostel but ended up in the traffic-jam. Hours later, with a side-trip through the Russian market district, where we first could not get out anymore, we succeeded nevertheless to come at the youth hostel. Moreover, there was enough place, so I could select a bed select and afterwards I went roaming round in the district Sultanachmed. I had the time to examine all large mosks from in- and of outside. A certain Moustafa addressed me and walked up with me for a while. He wanted to help me by accompanying me as a guide, but rapidly I thanked him for that and said goodbye. I finally wanted to be on my own again. Afterwards with sunset I nicely paraded on the bridge over the Golden Horn and twisted up through narrow streets and stairways in the direction of Taksimsquare. Underway I came along a beautiful old hammam, which seemed interesting to me. Unfortunately it was quite dissapointing. Dirty and onhygienic, expensive tourist tariff, the sauna was not really warm and quite soon it was closing-time. While I dressed again I talked with a half-turkish german man. He had funny jokes and proved ‘bi’ as well. Although he was totally not my type, we are nevertheless went to eat together in a place frequented by many gays, as he told me.

After dinner we walked a little firther, when two young guys said ‘ hi’ to us. They wanted to show us the nearby park but this was not safe, the german indicated. But drinks something in a cafe could do no harm. One of them seemed to me a nice guy. The german man wanted to get back to his hotel because he would have an eye operation on the next day . I went alone with the two of them to a dance club, but as soon as we entered the place I did not trust it. Too chique service and too little public, who stayed drinking along the tables. A couple of girls from Belarus came sitting next tu us and although it was quite amusing, I had no good feeling about it. I said that I rather wanted to leave but the pretty guy asked me nevertheless to stay a little longer and we went dancing. The girls drank champagne all the time and I thought: this is getting wrong. So I said that I wanted the bill. On the bill there was written an amount of 6 billion lira, which is about € 4000,-! So in trouble, I think , let’s clear off here. I make a lot of noise, put € 50,- on the table and leave. The boss seizes me at my collar and I start to shout loudly against him that I do not let swindle itself. He gets some more big guys and tries soothe me. I show my (second) purse and say that I do not have more cash money and also no credit cards. He does not get to mee my real purse. I explain him that I am just a poor student and stay in the youth hostel, therefore that there can not be taken any more from me. Then he obtains the other boys and says that I must solve it with them. I run out of the door to a taxi while the two boys come running after me. The taxi driver closes the door and I close the window. Fortunately, he drives away and they canot do anything anymore. This never again, I thinks while the taxi crosses the bridge.

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Well, the fun just keeps on coming. I have, in the last couple of weeks, spent nearly US,200 on medical tests. These people must think I’m made of money. I have news for them. I’m all turnip inside. All I have to show for it is that I "might have something wrong" with me. Those are my words, not the doctor’s. The doctor could not be more specific. I don’t envy doctors their jobs, but it nevertheless annoys me that one cannot get the information one needs. It’s unreasonable to expect more, I suppose. If one takes one’s car to a mechanic saying, "It makes a funny noise." the likely answer will be, "That’s because there’s something wrong with it."

If one complains that the answer lacks detail, the likely answer will be, "Well, if you want more, it’s gonna cost you. The free consultation is over." Hey, we all have to make a living, eh?

I’m quite certain that nobody but a die-hard masochist would relish receiving medical bad news. Right now, anything time-consuming or expensive is bad news to me, because I have a schedule to keep and I’m practicing intense frugality. Once I’m in North America, I’ll have a bit more wiggle room, at least as far as scheduling is concerned. As for the frugality, I’m rather enjoying pinching pennies. I’ve discovered the joy of learning how little I can spend while doing something other than lying in bed all day complaining.

Do we ever have any truly attractive options when such things come up? I think not. I have no option to do anything at all until I get to the USA. I have no time left. I might choose to get the needed test done while in the USA, but I’d have to start from scratch with the same preliminary tests over again. Then there is the horrendous medical system (or lack thereof, as the case may be) to deal with. Doing anything about it while I’m in Canada is out of the question. I have no rights there. I will most likely do nothing until I end my North America segment. I can continue the tests in Australia, since Val has agreed, most generously, to take care of me if the need arises. I can’t say how important that is to me. Or, I may choose to do nothing at all. It’s the "wait and see" approach.

I’m not ready to divulge any details of the medical mystery for a few reasons. I don’t have enough information to make an interesting story. I’ve been told that the likelihood that it is serious is not overwhelming (my words again – possibly wishful thinking). I don’t have time now to do the necessary test (undoubtedly also very expensive) to discover if there is, in fact, anything detectable wrong with me. So, why do I even mention it?

I don’t really know. I’ve been dealt another hand of cards. Hmmm . . . what game is it that we are playing? Can’t recall. Well, I’ll just paint a smile on my face and bluff while I’m trying to remember. It’s the old "box of chocolates" thing again.

In two more days I’ll be winging my way across the western Pacific Ocean to Honolulu. I need to make a stop there to see long-time supporters of my work. It will be a friendly reception, I’m sure, but nevertheless stressful. I have always felt at home in Honolulu, but living there is horribly expensive. I gave up dreams of retirement there long ago. That seems to be only for the rich. It’s a nice place to visit. Bring your credit cards. Blessedly, I have a place to crash with an old friend. My supporters are lending me a car, which makes me tremble with anxiety. I’m being turned loose in Honolulu traffic with someone else’s car! We’ll have to wait to see how much I’ll actually drive it.

I’ve been fretting over travel details today after visiting the doctor again. I got stuck by the nurse for my Pneumovax shot for a bargain price. So far that has been the bright point of the day. As you may detect, my mood is not joyous, so I’ll move on to today’s so-called amusement, a collection of unidentified Australian wildflowers.

Most of these shots were taken at Teewah. The bush area there is full of mysterious blossoming vegetation. For instance, this bizarre thing:

Many seem to require a caption:

I’d call this one Raggedy Anne.

This looks strangely like a Sweet Pea, but I’m sure it’s not:

Possibly Pop-Eye could tell us. Did you get that one, kiddies? A poor attempt at humour.

I was told the name of this flowering tree, but immediately forgot it:

Though my sense of smell is permanently crippled, I could detect a very sweet fragrance from these flowers. Supposedly the parrots get drunk on the stuff. Sadly, I did not see that.

I’m trying to think if I know of any other flowers which have exactly three petals:

No, nothing is coming through. Anybody??

This is probably the prettiest shot of the bunch:

It appeared to me strange that nearly all of these plants grew in seeming isolation. I expected them to occur in patches of the same species. I’ve been wondering about this. Again, nothing comes to mind. Maybe I’m hallucinating again. I wonder what causes that also.

These were common enough all over the beach at Teewah, just above the high tide line:

As with many things, the most common was the most uninteresting.

This one captured the ugly prize, I think:

I didn’t touch it, as it looks poisonous.

My pre-travel jitters are rattling my cage with great zeal. This afternoon, I rattled Val’s cage with my fretting over a line on my electronic ticket for Sydney which stated in no uncertain terms:

BAGGAGE ALLOWANCE
—————
0 pc / 20kg

Okay, which is it? Is it nothing or is it 20 kilos? It seemed, at first, that nobody knew. At least the information was unavailable or inconclusive over the demon-possessed, much-cursed automated question answering line. Be honest now; do you hate those things? Val finally got a human (or computer which had attended acting school) on the phone who seemed to indicate that I would be allowed one bag in the hold of 20 kilos. Why don’t they just say that?

Anyway, I have tomorrow to pack my pathetic rags in my checked baggage and pray that they won’t weigh my carry-on back-pack or (horrors!) actually measure it. I try to conceal it as much as possible until I’m actually on the plane in the hope that nobody will notice. So far, this ploy has worked for me. It is impossible to get it into the overhead storage. I travel with my US.00 suit jacket and my black fedora. These items cleverly hide the fact that my back-pack can not reasonably be considered as being underneath the seat in front of me. I also pretend to be asleep. My feet are jammed in on either side of the back-pack so that elevated knees will not give the game away. I don’t imagine that this actually fools anybody, especially the cabin crew. Perhaps my pitiful appearance and ridiculous attempt at subterfuge gains me mercy.

Was travel this tricky in the days of the stage-coach? I doubt it. Then the world was much bigger. Maybe that bigger world was simpler. I like simple. Why can’t I have simple? It seems out of reach.

At least my sense of humour is still more or less intact.

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DEBT SNOWBALL EXPLAINED: 3
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Once “credit card two” is paid off, add your original debt snowball payment (0), to the minimum payment from “credit card one” () plus the minimum payment form “credit card two” (5) and start paying off “credit card three”

0 + + 5 = 0

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Part 10: Istanbul and Prince Islands

7th of May 2004•17:58 hours

At last I have some time to write again. Now I am on the boat, coming from an island to the mainland, together with Oytun from the hospitalityclub. Since my arival yesterday morning we spent all time together. He picked me up from the station and after I dropped my backpack in his car and we eat someting on a terrass, we went sightseeing. First we visited a large underground cover from the 6th century, the Yerebatan Sarayi (sunk palace), a splendid dark space with water dropping everywhere from the ceiling. Then we went to the Ayasofya Camii Muzesi (Hagia Sofia), the most famous religious colossus from early Christianity, of splendid natural stone. Built in 532 as a church, but turned it into a mosque by sultan Mehmet in 1453 by renaming it and adding some tours. In the same area is the castle complex Topkapi Sarayi, where we spent a couple of hours examining the superb buildings, art treasures and weapons. Especially the harem labyrinth was very particular, although tourists were pushed through the complex in rapid speed. Afterwards we made a walk through the park to the car and visited the art academy, which is directly on the waterfront and has a terrace with a wonderful view. While Oytin and his girlfriend followed a lesson I enjoyed the time dreaming away and enjoying the view on passing ships. After Seray, his girlfriend, was finished with her sculpture, we drove to the central Taximquare on the hillock with a taxi to walk along the busy but car-free mainstreet. Underway they let me taste their favoriete snacks in the passage. Downstairs we ended up in a narrow street full of chairs for terrases. While drinking beer and eating fried potatoes we spoke about Dutch and Turkish singularities. On the way back we passed Seray’s loved clothing fair and found even more delicacies. Underway to the apartment of Oytan’ s parents I felt tired and dirty. I took a delicious shower at Oytan thuis and whereas I had not much more to say, he let see his photocollection on his computer. Once in bed I slept already before my host had turned offt his computer .

The next morning I woke up at half past six again, but fortunately I was able to sleep a little further. Still half sleepily Iexamined a little guide book about Istanbul and I discovered that I had seen already much of its main monuments. On a small square for the corn bazar we had breakfast with tosti’s and tea, whereupon we went to smell the sesonings inside the bazar. We passed the Yeni Camii mosque with so many cupolas and minarets and then strolled towards the water, where decided to take a boat to the Kizil Adalar (prince islands). Several beautiful old steamers were ready for departure and quite regularly a ship arrived and left, leaving behind hundreds of suburbians. On the water I am totally in my element and a considerable wind was blowing, so big waves were splashing against the ship. But Oytan found it pretty cold near the water and went sitting inside. On the first island, Kinaliada, we got off right away, Here he had also never been. It was still cuite calm on the island, we were the only tourists. At many places people were reparing their houses and prepare the streets for the summer. Also in the little restaurant we were the only guests. The traditional Turkish salads with small fishes and köfte (meatballs) tasted delicious and two cats enjoyed head and tails of the fish. After a walk we could obtain still exactly the boat to largest of the islands. On this island beautil villas can be found; surrounded by huge gardens with palm- and pine trees. After a second walk we came on picknick place, where we enjoyed the view, the smashing waves and the spring sun. On the boat Oytan was considerably exhausted and slept almost the complete trip, whereas I had enough time to write again in my diary.

9th of May 2004•10:52 hours

I had not seen that not only the times and the airport changed but also the day of my cheap flight from Corendon. I had therefore gone for nothing to the airport and had to endure a strict terrorist control. No matter if I wanted or not, I had to remain one day longer in Istanbul. It was not possible to stay again at Oytun’s place for an extra night because he got family visit, and I also did not want to bother him as well. But still he wanted to pick me up by car and bring me to a place to sleep. We decided to try it at the youth hostel but ended up in the traffic-jam. Hours later, with a side-trip through the Russian market district, where we first could not get out anymore, we succeeded nevertheless to come at the youth hostel. Moreover, there was enough place, so I could select a bed select and afterwards I went roaming round in the district Sultanachmed. I had the time to examine all large mosks from in- and of outside. A certain Moustafa addressed me and walked up with me for a while. He wanted to help me by accompanying me as a guide, but rapidly I thanked him for that and said goodbye. I finally wanted to be on my own again. Afterwards with sunset I nicely paraded on the bridge over the Golden Horn and twisted up through narrow streets and stairways in the direction of Taksimsquare. Underway I came along a beautiful old hammam, which seemed interesting to me. Unfortunately it was quite dissapointing. Dirty and onhygienic, expensive tourist tariff, the sauna was not really warm and quite soon it was closing-time. While I dressed again I talked with a half-turkish german man. He had funny jokes and proved ‘bi’ as well. Although he was totally not my type, we are nevertheless went to eat together in a place frequented by many gays, as he told me.

After dinner we walked a little firther, when two young guys said ‘ hi’ to us. They wanted to show us the nearby park but this was not safe, the german indicated. But drinks something in a cafe could do no harm. One of them seemed to me a nice guy. The german man wanted to get back to his hotel because he would have an eye operation on the next day . I went alone with the two of them to a dance club, but as soon as we entered the place I did not trust it. Too chique service and too little public, who stayed drinking along the tables. A couple of girls from Belarus came sitting next tu us and although it was quite amusing, I had no good feeling about it. I said that I rather wanted to leave but the pretty guy asked me nevertheless to stay a little longer and we went dancing. The girls drank champagne all the time and I thought: this is getting wrong. So I said that I wanted the bill. On the bill there was written an amount of 6 billion lira, which is about € 4000,-! So in trouble, I think , let’s clear off here. I make a lot of noise, put € 50,- on the table and leave. The boss seizes me at my collar and I start to shout loudly against him that I do not let swindle itself. He gets some more big guys and tries soothe me. I show my (second) purse and say that I do not have more cash money and also no credit cards. He does not get to mee my real purse. I explain him that I am just a poor student and stay in the youth hostel, therefore that there can not be taken any more from me. Then he obtains the other boys and says that I must solve it with them. I run out of the door to a taxi while the two boys come running after me. The taxi driver closes the door and I close the window. Fortunately, he drives away and they canot do anything anymore. This never again, I thinks while the taxi crosses the bridge.

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Part 10: Istanbul and Prince Islands

7th of might 2004•17:58 hours

Finally i’ve some time to publish again. Today I am included, from an island towards mainland, along with Oytun from the hospitalityclub. Since my arival yesterday early morning we invested in history collectively. He picked myself up from the place and once I dropped my backpack inside the vehicle and then we eat someting on a terrass, we moved sightseeing. Initially we visited a big underground cover through the 6th century, the Yerebatan Sarayi (sunk palace), a splendid dark room with water falling every where through the roof. After that we visited the Ayasofya Camii Muzesi (Hagia Sofia), the absolute most popular religious colossus from very early Christianity, of splendid all-natural stone. Built in 532 as a church, but switched it into a mosque by sultan Mehmet in 1453 by renaming it and including some trips. In the same location could be the palace complex Topkapi Sarayi, in which we invested a couple of hours examining the superb buildings, art treasures and tools. Particularly the harem labyrinth ended up being extremely certain, although tourists had been pushed through the complex in fast speed. Afterwards we made a walk through the playground towards automobile and visited the art academy, that will be right on the waterfront and has now a terrace with an excellent view. While Oytin and his girlfriend followed a lesson we enjoyed the full time dreaming away and enjoying the view on driving ships. After Seray, their gf, ended up being done together with her sculpture, we drove towards central Taximquare from the hillock with a taxi to go along the hectic but car-free mainstreet. Underway they I would ike to taste their favoriete snacks in passage. Downstairs we wound up in a narrow road high in seats for terrases. While drinking alcohol and consuming fried potatoes we talked about Dutch and Turkish singularities. On the road right back we passed Seray’s liked clothing fair and discovered more delicacies. Underway into apartment of Oytan’ s moms and dads I believed exhausted and dirty. I took a delicious bath at Oytan thuis and whereas I had very little much more to express, he let see his photocollection on his computer system. Once during sex we slept currently before my number had turned offt their computer system .

The next early morning I woke up at half past six once more, but thankfully I happened to be able to sleep only a little further. Nonetheless half sleepily Iexamined some guide-book about Istanbul and I also unearthed that I experienced seen already most of its primary monuments. On a small square for the corn bazar we had break fast with tosti’s and beverage, whereupon we decided to go to smell the sesonings inside the bazar. We passed the Yeni Camii mosque with many cupolas and minarets and then strolled towards the water, in which decided to simply take a boat towards the Kizil Adalar (prince islands). A few breathtaking old steamers were prepared for departure and rather on a regular basis a ship came and left, abandoning a huge selection of suburbians. In the liquid i’m completely in my factor and a large wind had been blowing, therefore huge waves had been splashing from the ship. But Oytan discovered it pretty cool close to the liquid and went sitting around. On the first island, Kinaliada, we got down immediately, right here he previously also never ever already been. It had been nonetheless cuite calm from the area, we had been the only tourists. At numerous places individuals were reparing their particular homes and prepare the streets for the summer. Additionally in little restaurant we had been the only real friends. The original Turkish salads with little fishes and köfte (meatballs) tasted tasty and two cats liked head and tails of the seafood. After a walk we could get still exactly the boat to largest associated with countries. With this area beautil villas can be obtained; enclosed by huge landscapes with palm- and pine woods. After another walk we came on picknick spot, in which we enjoyed the scene, the smashing waves plus the springtime sunshine. Included Oytan was considerably exhausted and slept practically the entire trip, whereas I’d sufficient time to publish again within my journal.

9th of May 2004•10:52 hours

I had maybe not seen that do not only the days and the airport changed but in addition a single day of my cheap flight from Corendon. I experienced for that reason gone for absolutely nothing to the airport together with to withstand a strict terrorist control. Whether i needed or otherwise not, I had to stay 1 day longer in Istanbul. It absolutely was impossible to remain again at Oytun’s location for an additional night because he got family go to, and I also additionally didn’t want to bother him besides. Yet still he desired to pick me up by car and deliver me to a spot to sleep. We chose to check it out at youth hostel but wound up in the traffic-jam. Hours later on, with a side-trip through the Russian marketplace area, in which we initially couldn’t escape anymore, we succeeded however to come in the youth hostel. Moreover, there is enough place, and so I could choose a bed select and afterward I went roaming round in district Sultanachmed. I’d enough time to examine all large mosks from in- and of external. A certain Moustafa addressed me personally and strolled with me for a time. He wanted to help me to by associated me as helpful tips, but quickly we thanked him for the and stated good-bye. I finally wanted to be by myself once more. Afterwards with sunset we well paraded on the connection across Golden Horn and twisted up through narrow streets and stairways toward Taksimsquare. Underway I arrived a lovely old hammam, which felt interesting in my experience. Unfortunately it absolutely was quite dissapointing. Dirty and onhygienic, costly traveler tariff, the sauna had not been really hot and very quickly it was closing-time. While I dressed once more I talked with a half-turkish german guy. He previously funny jokes and proved ‘bi’ as well. Although he had been totally maybe not my kind, our company is nevertheless went to eat collectively in somewhere frequented by many gays, as he explained.

After dinner we moved some firther, whenever two youthful dudes stated ‘ hi’ to us. They wanted to show united states the nearby playground but this was perhaps not safe, the german suggested. But products anything in a cafe could do no damage. One of them did actually me personally an excellent guy. The german guy desired to return to their resort because he would have a watch operation in the next day . I went alone with all the two of them to a-dance club, but once we entered the place I didn’t trust it. Also chique service and inadequate public, just who stayed drinking along the tables. A few women from Belarus emerged sitting next tu us and though it absolutely was rather amusing, I experienced no good feeling about any of it. We stated that We rather desired to keep but the pretty man requested me nevertheless to keep only a little longer so we moved moving. Girls drank wine constantly and I believed: this is getting wrong. Therefore I said that I wanted the balance. Regarding The costs there was written an amount of 6 billion lira, that is about € 4000,-! So in trouble, I think , let us clear off right here. We make a lot of sound, placed € 50,- up for grabs and then leave. The boss seizes me inside my collar and I also begin to shout loudly against him that i really do not let swindle itself. He gets more big companies and attempts soothe me personally. We show my (second) bag and say that I do n’t have more cash money and in addition no charge cards. He doesn’t to mee my real bag. We explain him that i will be just an undesirable pupil and stay in the childhood hostel, consequently that there can’t be taken more from myself. He then obtains others young men and claims that i need to resolve it together. We run-out associated with the door to a taxi while the two males come working after myself. The taxi driver closes the door and I also nearby the window. Thankfully, he drives away plus they canot do anything anymore. This never once more, I believes although the taxi crosses the bridge.

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Component 10: Istanbul and Prince Islands

7th of might 2004•17:58 hours

At last We have time to publish once more. Now Im on the boat, via an island toward mainland, with Oytun through the hospitalityclub. Since my arival yesterday morning we spent all-time together. He picked me personally up from section and once I dropped my backpack in the automobile therefore we consume someting on a terrass, we moved sightseeing. First we went to a big underground address from the 6th century, the Yerebatan Sarayi (sunk palace), an outstanding dark room with water falling every-where from ceiling. Then we went along to the Ayasofya Camii Muzesi (Hagia Sofia), probably the most popular religious colossus from early Christianity, of splendid natural rock. Built-in 532 as a church, but turned it into a mosque by sultan Mehmet in 1453 by renaming it and including some trips. In the same area may be the castle complex Topkapi Sarayi, in which we spent a few hours examining the superb structures, art treasures and tools. Especially the harem labyrinth ended up being very particular, although tourists were pressed through complex in quick speed. Afterwards we made a walk through playground to your automobile and visited the art academy, which is entirely on the waterfront and has now a terrace with a wonderful view. While Oytin and his girlfriend followed a lesson I liked the time dreaming away and experiencing the look at passing boats. After Seray, their girlfriend, had been completed together with her sculpture, we drove on main Taximquare on the hillock with a taxi to go along the hectic but car-free mainstreet. Underway they I want to taste their favoriete snacks in passageway. Downstairs we wound up in a narrow street saturated in chairs for terrases. While consuming alcohol and eating deep-fried potatoes we spoke about Dutch and Turkish singularities. On the road right back we passed Seray’s liked garments fair and found a lot more delicacies. Underway on apartment of Oytan’ s moms and dads I thought exhausted and dirty. We took a delicious shower at Oytan thuis and whereas I’d very little more to express, he allow see their photocollection on his computer. Once during sex I slept currently before my number had switched offt his computer system .

The second early morning I woke up at half past six once again, but thankfully I became capable sleep some further. Nonetheless half sleepily Iexamined a little guide-book about Istanbul and I also unearthed that I experienced seen currently much of its primary monuments. On a small square for the corn bazar we had breakfast with tosti’s and tea, whereupon we went to smell the sesonings in the bazar. We passed the Yeni Camii mosque with many cupolas and minarets after which strolled towards water, where made a decision to simply take a boat toward Kizil Adalar (prince islands). A few stunning old steamers had been prepared for departure and quite regularly a ship arrived and left, leaving behind hundreds of suburbians. From the water i’m completely in my factor and a substantial wind was blowing, therefore huge waves had been splashing up against the ship. But Oytan found it pretty cold close to the liquid and went sitting inside. Regarding very first island, Kinaliada, we got off immediately, Here he’d also never been. It was nevertheless cuite calm regarding area, we had been the only tourists. At numerous locations individuals were reparing their particular homes and prepare the roads when it comes to summer time. Additionally when you look at the little restaurant we had been truly the only friends. The standard Turkish salads with small fishes and köfte (meatballs) tasted tasty as well as 2 cats enjoyed head and tails associated with seafood. After a walk we’re able to get however precisely the ship to largest of countries. About this island beautil villas are obtainable; enclosed by huge home gardens with palm- and pine woods. After a moment walk we arrived on picknick location, in which we enjoyed the view, the smashing waves therefore the springtime sunshine. Included Oytan had been considerably exhausted and slept nearly the whole travel, whereas I experienced enough time to publish again within my diary.

9th of May 2004•10:52 hours

I experienced maybe not seen that do not only the occasions as well as the airport changed additionally the afternoon of my low priced journey from Corendon. I had consequently gone for nothing to the airport along with to withstand a strict terrorist control. No matter if i needed or perhaps not, I experienced to keep one-day longer in Istanbul. It was impossible to keep again at Oytun’s location for a supplementary night because he got household see, and I also also would not wish to bother him also. Yet still he wanted to pick me up by vehicle and deliver me to somewhere to fall asleep. We made a decision to check it out at the childhood hostel but ended up into the traffic-jam. Hours later on, with a side-trip through the Russian market region, in which we first couldn’t move out anymore, we succeeded nonetheless in the future on youth hostel. Moreover, there is sufficient location, therefore I could choose a bed select and afterwards I went roaming round in the district Sultanachmed. I had the time to look at all large mosks from in- and of outdoors. A specific Moustafa addressed me and strolled up with me personally for some time. He wanted to help me by accompanying me as helpful information, but quickly we thanked him for that and stated good-bye. I finally wanted to be by myself once again. A while later with sunset we nicely paraded regarding connection throughout the Golden Horn and twisted up through narrow roads and stairways in the direction of Taksimsquare. Underway we came along a lovely old hammam, which felt interesting to me. Unfortuitously it was quite dissapointing. Dirty and onhygienic, costly tourist tariff, the sauna had not been really warm and very soon it was closing-time. While we dressed once again I talked with a half-turkish german guy. He’d funny jokes and proved ‘bi’ aswell. Although he was totally maybe not my kind, we have been however went along to consume together in a location frequented by many people gays, as he told me.

After-dinner we walked slightly firther, when two youthful men stated ‘ hi’ to us. They wished to show us the nearby playground but it was not safe, the german suggested. But drinks something in a cafe could do no damage. One appeared to me personally a nice guy. The german man wanted to make contact with his resort because he’d have a watch procedure on next day . We went alone aided by the two of these to a dance club, but as soon as we entered the place I didn’t trust it. Also chique solution and inadequate public, who stayed consuming across the tables. A few girls from Belarus arrived sitting next tu united states and although it was rather amusing, I had no good sensation about it. I stated that We rather desired to leave although pretty guy requested me nonetheless to stay just a little longer and we also went moving. Girls drank wine everyday and I also believed: this might be getting incorrect. Therefore I said that i needed the bill. On the costs there clearly was written some 6 billion lira, that will be about € 4000,-! Therefore in trouble, I think , why don’t we clear down right here. I make many sound, put € 50,- on the table and leave. The employer seizes me personally at my collar and I also begin to shout loudly against him that I do maybe not allow swindle it self. He gets even more big guys and attempts soothe me personally. I show my (second) bag and state that I do not need more cash money as well as no charge cards. He doesn’t to mee my genuine purse. We explain him that Im simply an undesirable pupil and remain in the childhood hostel, therefore there cannot be taken anymore from me personally. Then he obtains others young men and says that I must solve it together with them. I go out of this door to a taxi whilst the two kids come operating after me personally. The taxi motorist closes the entranceway and I nearby the window. Happily, he pushes away in addition they canot do anything any longer. This never once again, we thinks as the taxi crosses the bridge.