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Well this news will be arriving a little late, but I want to tell you about my weekend. To make the story easier, I have modified a simple map to illustrate how my Saturday night went. Sorry that it is low resolution.
This map illustrates where my CMU friends live in Istanbul (the ones that have moved back to Istanbul) except for Arin, because I don’t know where he lives. The hazy red circle is just a circle I put on there because that is where most of the known monuments are like topkapi palace and haiga sophia (sp?).
Anyway, so my evening started out in Caddebostan with Murat. We walked around a bit, had a drink, talked. Nothing big. From there we planned to meet up with Baris, at which point we would split. Murat was going to go and spend time with his cousins, and Baris and I would go off to some bar where a high school friend of theirs was celebrating her birthday. I of course had called Izzy to see if he was free, but he was and still is on a diving trip. I called Kutsal, but he said he couldn’t hang out because he had other plans. So I joined Baris for this party which was in Taksim (check map).
When Baris and I arrived, Kutsal was there - small world for such a big city. I hadn’t seen Kutsal in three years, so we had a lot of catching up to do. I spoke mostly with Kutsal and a friend of Baris, and before I knew it, Baris was tired and wanted to go home. Here was my faux pas.
Murat had explained to me how to use the Dolmus - a kind of public transportation system using these little vans that drive around all over the place. They are cheap, but very confusing. As is typical of me, I forgot which one to take and from where. But, that was supposed to be ok. Murat told me there was no need to write it down, because Baris would make sure I got back alright. And thus my error was made. Kutsal wanted to head to some club with two other friends and he asked me to come along. Since Baris was tired, I figured he would go to sleep soon, so I followed Kutsal to a place in Levant (I think), near to where he lives.
I had fun with Kutsal for a while, but I got very tired around 3am, and the loud music was starting to get to me. We finally left at around 4am (a whole big group) and met up with a member of the first group, and went for soup (most people ate what they referred to as ’stomach soup’ - I had lentil). With no where to go I went and crashed at Kutsal’s place. No problems.
In the morning, Kutsal’s phone was dead and his charger was at his flat outside the city, not at his parents flat where we were staying. He couldn’t recall anybody’s cellphone number except for two people who weren’t answering, and I had no idea how to get back, nor did I have any contact information for anyone. So we spent about an hour and a half trying different things before finally getting Murat on the phone. I spent those 90 minutes quite stressed about what to do - not normally like me, but I was still very tired, a bit sick to my stomach, and a little hungover from the night before. I wanted nothing more than to go home and sleep. Of course, Kutsal’s parents thought this was hilarious, as did Kutsal.
Looking back, it was pretty funny. I am usually more prepared for sitautions like this. I guess I still have a few things to learn.
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