It burns everywhere. I’m tingling and my head is going in circles. It feels like it’s been going for ever but I just can’t tell. My face must be telling its own story because I’m certainly not in control. I’m really just going with it. I don’t know what else to do. Is it going to be like this every time?
I almost didn’t get up today because my phone was dead so my alarm didn’t go off. It was a Sunday, but breakfast only goes till 10am, so I was lucky enough to fit some in.
I spose I’ve told you about my latest trip but you don’t really know what I’m doing and where I’ve been living.
There was no heads up for this trip, because it was a little impulsively planned about a month ago, but I just got back (hopped off the plane 5 hours ago) from spending a fantastic week with Doug on Prince Edward Island in Canada - and I even came home with a tan!
Lija and I spent the weekend in Barcelona, which had it’s good times, but quite a few shitty things happened too. Well, I’ll start at the beginning shall I?! Hold your breath fellas, cos it’s going to be a bumpy ride! (Did you know that Bette Davis said that in All About Eve?!)
I could actually claim that any month in my life is madness, but that would be too marvellous to think about. A little madness keeps me sane, on my feet, and there’s nothing I enjoy most than to hit the ground running.
Thursday 24th April
An early breakfast followed our wake-up call so we could beat the crazy Istanbul traffic out of the city. It was a peaceful drive out to Gallipoli, albeit five hours long, although we did break it up with several stops along the way. We did a grocery stop because the expensive greasy kebabs at Anzac Cove weren’t appealing to everybody, and Lija and I got some nibbles to get us through the next 24 hours, this included a jar of pickles (which turned out not to be the nice sweet ones – how should we know, the packaging was in Turkish?!) and a pack of sliced salami that got chucked when it was so hot it started sweating. Eww. The litre of water each and fruit and biscuits did just the trick though.
Turkey. One of those far off places that you hear about every now and then on the news, but doesn’t come up as one of the top 5 most wanted places to visit. Istanbul and Anzac Day were two totally different but amazing experiences.
Hi y’all. A combination of being slack and having a hell of a lot to write about my time in Turkey means you’ll have to wait just a tiny bit longer before I post here. Until then, I found this story which outlines the main event. Enjoy!
Since I got back from Cornwall, a wonderful time of volunteering that has left the bank looking a little empty, work got me back the grindstone as soon as my phone got reception on the way home on the train.
