Now we are well into the second half of the trip. I still have not finished my log from May 5. Luckily we have a seven-hour bus ride. Peter was commenting on one of the advantages of my palmtop while we were riding on very bumpy roads yesterday. It would...
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In The Grapes of Wrath Ma Joad asks her son about his days in prison “Did it make ya mean, son?” I was up past midnight writing in my log. At 4:36 I found out we were right next to a mosque that uses electric amplification to wake people up...
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I almost slept through the 4:40 call to prayer. Almost. If there is such a thing as aural chaos, it is having three mosques next to each other.
Well we were awake at 7 and the bus leaves at 9. If there are problems getting to the bus terminal, which I...
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I woke up at 4am and realized I had forgotten something very important about comfort. To a Turk, a comfortable room temperature is maybe 80 degrees. One discomfort about the opera house is that it was warm and stuffy. This car had its own radiator, and...
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