two-twenty

ahh the four seasons | joanna

not going to bother typing properly (sorry alex) because:

1) over the past seventy-two hours i've slept approximately ten
2) i'm on my third "momo" -- some kind of vodka lemon/lime/mint concoction -- and feeling a little fun-ky
3) i am a spiteful rebel

at the four season again after spending three days on the road covering the anzac day party in gallipoli. for all you non-initiated (be happy), think spring-break-meets-veterans day. shitloads of aussies boozing it up, first in istanbul, then on the aegean coast, purportedly as some kind of commemoration of their ancestors who fought during world war one. seriously nasty shit. see?

uncle tommy sent the following link, i'm guessing because he was trying to figure out what the hell i'm doing here.

Anzac Day - home page

like its australian for anzac sites, it says nothing of the booze-infused lust convoy that is "doing anzac day".

anyway, in other news, ash's travel wallet -- containing his passport and cash for iraq -- was swiped/went missing en route to eceabac (that's australian for last-stop-for-alcohol-and-hotel-before-gallipoli). tomorrow he has to fly to effing ankara to get a new one.

battery's gone into the red zone, kids. not sure what tomorrow will hold but i'm thinking another trip to the spice bazaar. roasted paprika. already got some but the idea of running out of it kept me awake (when i had to) during the wee hours before dawn on april 25th.