Syria: Stage 2
The primary tourist annoyance in Turkey is that people frequently give me wrong times. I figure some of it is language-related, that they get numbers in English mixed up sometimes. But if you tell me the bus is at 8, but it's really 8:30 (or, at 8:30, that we'll be leaving in "five minutes"), that's no innocent mistake.

But in my defense, the man was really hot. You would've said "yes" to his salt and pepper hair, beard, his V-shaped back, and his butt-licious, straight-leg jeans, too.

Labels: bar trip

- posted by roger @ 8:54 AM