Wednesday, February 02, 2005
Fistik Gimmie Manita
Zim's first day in Istanbul. Accost seven Turkish dudes in the street who we see are concealing Rizzla. The white rolling papers grabbed our attention like a Pakistani to a gun show. We followed them down to the waters edge and get smoked out. We then spend the rest of the day with these Turkish dudes who spoke no English... Not one word! Drink tea, play backgammon, smoke in park, and after a day of other fun confused activities go back to their house to watch Turkish hip-hop TV. With the aid of various teenage contraptions we enhance the hip-hop with some Turkish plant life.
Despite the purchase of this dictionary we were still unable to communicate with any of these people. Our hands proved to be the best dictionary of all.
As the offer is made for one of them to go and be the delivery boy for our dinner we decide that we have sat for too long and propose getting the boat back to Europe that we had taken to Asia that morning. We eat a hearty meal of Chip Buttie (French Fries in bread).
The Healthy Vegetarian Alternative
Our personal escort (one of the dudes we had been chilling with) takes us to have some tea and listen to a teahouse full of Turkish people belting out songs by a Turkish man on guitar. There we meet his sister and her friends and the day goes from good to much better. His sister and her friends then bridge the continental gap with us to bring us back to our hostel. There we start a party at the bar in the basement, and it doesn't take long for word to get around. The place fills pretty quickly and the music get louder as the place is packed with dancing. One of the workers at the bar gets really drunk and to the amusement of everyone in the place starts to work all the girls in the room with more effort then success. After our friends sister tells us that her father owns three guns and will kill her and us if we do not get them home on time we escort them back to a taxi, but cancel our plan to leave the next day in hopes of meeting them again. One of our friends (an Israeli American) is befriended by one of the Turkish group (a Syrian Turk in full hejab) by the time they get in the taxi she has given him her ring and a signed A3 photo of herself. On our walk back to the hostel we are stopped by the same police twice and asked the same questions both times. No matter where you go the police suck and boredom makes them suck even more. As we get to our hostel we decide we are not ready for sleep and go down to the bar again which is now closed. We meet up with another friend and sit in the bar talking about our day and other shit. Our drunken friend the barman gets into a physical fight with his boss after his boss throws a CD at his head. Zim intervenes only to divert the bosses aggression on to him. Chris ever the diplomat manages to get us free beers and makes peace. All is well as the boss passes out in front of the TV that is not on (sshhh he doesn't know). Pretty good first day out in Istanbul. Who knows what tomorrow has in store...?
Despite the purchase of this dictionary we were still unable to communicate with any of these people. Our hands proved to be the best dictionary of all.
As the offer is made for one of them to go and be the delivery boy for our dinner we decide that we have sat for too long and propose getting the boat back to Europe that we had taken to Asia that morning. We eat a hearty meal of Chip Buttie (French Fries in bread).
The Healthy Vegetarian Alternative
Our personal escort (one of the dudes we had been chilling with) takes us to have some tea and listen to a teahouse full of Turkish people belting out songs by a Turkish man on guitar. There we meet his sister and her friends and the day goes from good to much better. His sister and her friends then bridge the continental gap with us to bring us back to our hostel. There we start a party at the bar in the basement, and it doesn't take long for word to get around. The place fills pretty quickly and the music get louder as the place is packed with dancing. One of the workers at the bar gets really drunk and to the amusement of everyone in the place starts to work all the girls in the room with more effort then success. After our friends sister tells us that her father owns three guns and will kill her and us if we do not get them home on time we escort them back to a taxi, but cancel our plan to leave the next day in hopes of meeting them again. One of our friends (an Israeli American) is befriended by one of the Turkish group (a Syrian Turk in full hejab) by the time they get in the taxi she has given him her ring and a signed A3 photo of herself. On our walk back to the hostel we are stopped by the same police twice and asked the same questions both times. No matter where you go the police suck and boredom makes them suck even more. As we get to our hostel we decide we are not ready for sleep and go down to the bar again which is now closed. We meet up with another friend and sit in the bar talking about our day and other shit. Our drunken friend the barman gets into a physical fight with his boss after his boss throws a CD at his head. Zim intervenes only to divert the bosses aggression on to him. Chris ever the diplomat manages to get us free beers and makes peace. All is well as the boss passes out in front of the TV that is not on (sshhh he doesn't know). Pretty good first day out in Istanbul. Who knows what tomorrow has in store...?
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