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| Nope, never gonna get old, guys. #americansoccermomshoes |
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Pick up some Ottoman-Gypsy babies on your next trip to Southern Turkey.
(Not even a little bit okay.)
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day six: “which ancient site d’ya wanna visit today?”; "hallo! hallo! you go to Myra! Myra!"; in-between-german-tour-bus timing at Myra/Kale/Demre (depends on the millennium) ; petra-esque necropolis; giddy theatre ruins scampering; russell woos audio tour chick--scores cep telefonu digits and jake and i score free orange juice (jigga yeah); Saint Nicholas Cathedral; freakyass santa statues and placards all ova town; windy dolmuş ride to Antalya; tramvay cart negotiations (in turkish); turned away from first hostel; mistaking “başka pansiyon” for a helpful hostel recommendation (başka actually just means ‘another’); penthouse of Camel Pension that “definitely could have been an old Ottoman house--yesterday”; late-night fulbrighter lady meet-up; a başka collapse.
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| Weird. |
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| Weird. |
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| Pretty nice (but still a little weird). |
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| Tempting... [read: 'weird'] |
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