Doggie Escort Service
After an early wake up call on behalf of my jet-lagged brain... I made some breakfast for the sleeping baboons. We all quickly woofed down some pomegranate fruit salad and eggs before heading to campus for some more exploring. Mother Nature decided to let up on the rain for a generous hour so we again, walked down to the water with our new Kurt Cobain doppelgänger friend, Durant.
Right when we started walking back, an overly friendly stray dog decided to guide us all the way back to campus. The stray animals in the area are all fed and cared for by local businesses and some even have government vaccination tags on their ears. While walking back up the spiral hill of death to campus, the dog ran about 50 yards ahead and pooped in the middle of the street. To our amusement... a lone turd rolled down the hill towards us, past us, and then made a sharp left turn towards Pratibha's toes (see pic upper right). We were all crying laughing while watching this rogue turd come to life through motion. Ya had to be there. After getting back to Hisarustu we spend nearly 2 hours standing in a transportation office trying to get a student metro pass, essentially a Charliecard. After finally obtaining it, we decided to be super American and get burgers, drink wine, and watch a double feature. Our Turkish roommate was floored that Durant and I had not seen Fight Club, so he put that on before going to his weekly futbol practice. After Durant and myself's lackluster opinion of Fight CLub, we watched Fargo, which redeemed our appreciation for cinema. Two words. Frances McDormand. - KO
"Anything specific about him" - Marge
"Idk... he was just funny-looking" - Hooker #1
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