Thank God That’s Over…
Friday, March 30th, 2007It was an experience like any other, and what made it even more so was that my Turkish roommate had never done it either. I spent hours milling through websites, looking for the perfect one…When I came across something that looked good, I asked for her Turkish approval (since most of the website was in Turkish), and we caught a ‘taksi’ to Beşiktaş. While the taksi driver sped through traffic, lunging around blind corners, and cutting people off, I felt beneath the seat for my seat belt hoping to find it and strange feeling things not so much. The only one I found must have been for the middle seat because it wouldn’t connect with my belt. I guess I will be making my father a millionaire, dying in the back of a Turkish cab.
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