I have no idea what year it was I went to Istanbul, but the highlights were eating fresh fish straight off the boat, and seeing the Dervishes, which was completely otherworldly.
I think this was about 97. I have a very vivid image of seeing all the posters and billboards of the President, on the bus from the airport to Damascus. I'd never been anywhere with such a cult of personality before. We ended up sleeping on the rough of a hotel, as it was full. The ruins were unbelievable. They are so complete (not ruins then) that you didn't have to use your imagination. A whole street of columns set against a brilliant blue sky tends to put some stubby post in a damp field in England into perspective. Towl with hair.
As with a lot of these photos from my previous life, I can't remember what year I went. I guess it was around 94. I can usually remember what I was reading though. I read a book by Henry Roth, about a small Jewish boy growing up in New York. I also remember it being so windy, that someone had put wooden planks across the window of the house where we stayed, just in case the glass blew out.
From the look of it, I was going through an over exposed black and white period.
The castle below isn't actually Skye. It's Eilean Donan, the Kyle of Lochalsh. If you've seen Highlander, the movie, you may remember it.
After flirting with Cheeses of Nazareth and The Edam Busters, I settled on The Cheese Empanada. It pays tribute to the tasty Chilean snack that I am often forced to fall back on, faced with a menu of cows,pigs, chickens, rabbits and unidentified sea gloop (although sometimes the gloop is pretty good).
Tales of a Shropshire Lad in Chile is nothing of the sort really. Most of the time it used to be pictures of The Diminutive One and I, supplemented with snaps of whatever from wherever with whoever, but now Amber has come along and stolen the show.