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 be impossible to hand-write a [...]
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 in a call to prayer. [...]
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 doubt, best to get [...]
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 it was pumping away. Evelyn woke up too, perhaps [...]