That sounds like a trick they might play in the Time Travellers show. Istanbul – City of History. Istanbul Modern. Actually it is the name of a Gallery housed in a massive container-like warehouse, showing off recent, sometimes controversial, works of Art. Whatever Art means! Last Christmas I was fortunate enough to be in Doha duringContinue reading “Istanbul 5. Istanbul Modern.”
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Istanbul 4. Being the Tourist -Dolmabahçe Palace.
There comes a point in every city visit when you get the confidence to jump in a taxi and know where you’re going. Once I have my bearings I can tell if the driver of the said automotive hack will attempt to go from A to B via X, Y and Z; creating an ‘alternativeContinue reading “Istanbul 4. Being the Tourist -Dolmabahçe Palace.”
Tasha – now is the Autumn of our days.
“Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run; To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells WithContinue reading “Tasha – now is the Autumn of our days.”
A sunny day in Almaty
Monday afternoon walking through the City. First thing – the girls are so pretty! Mixed feelings at Panfilov Park. The Cathedral shone down on me – look at this. Great to have caught the reflection from the Cross just at the right moment. The Park also contains the War Memorial to Kazak men and womenContinue reading “A sunny day in Almaty”
Istanbul 3. Notes from a bar at Sultanahmet.
The old dog wandered wondering. What was he hoping for as he dodged across the road, avoiding cars, crazy motorcyclists and trams? Perhaps a tasty snack from the waiters at the Barron Ottoman? They stroked him. The kebab man cut, folded, served; ignored the old dog. He came my way though fish was not onContinue reading “Istanbul 3. Notes from a bar at Sultanahmet.”
I love Kazakhstan
Well I have been living here in Almaty since January and it is a beautiful place. It has the second best prettiest women in the world – Liverpool Judy’s always win. But I have to laugh at some of the names I have come across recently. There are ladies called Karlygash, Nazgul and Nurgul. PlusContinue reading “I love Kazakhstan”
Istanbul 2. Reflections and an Introduction to Rumi.
I think a hangover makes jet-lag so much easier to bear. Eventually I arose Monday morning and decided to do the tourist bit, so headed to the City centre in one of the many millions of taxis that constantly patrol the streets. Don’t get into a taxi and ask for ‘Haggia Sofia’ even though theContinue reading “Istanbul 2. Reflections and an Introduction to Rumi.”
Back again.
Long summer break. Very lazy with posts. Spent all of my writing time editing my latest fantastically hilarious book featuring the voluptuous Fairy Hanny. “Trans Uranic Elements: The Dark Side of Uranus.” will be available via Amazon as a Paperback or Kindle version before the end of the year. Love and kisses, Swifty
Istanbul 1 : Getting Lost and finding Old Friends.
Atatürk Airport 9.30 pm on a Saturday night. Check papers, work your way through customs, throw off the term spent in Kazakhstan. Greeted by an old friend and guided to his Gaff. Meet the charming new partner; fantastic dinner with lovely wine. But then out in the City by midnight looking for a bar thatContinue reading “Istanbul 1 : Getting Lost and finding Old Friends.”
The sayings of DC Jason Beaver
Sadly young Beaver is not the smartest detective at the picnic. He misquotes though I’m not sure if it is deliberate or not… Water off a Dutch back. No pockets in a crowd. Daft as a bush. You can lead a horse to water but you can’t make him think. Too many cooks spoil theContinue reading “The sayings of DC Jason Beaver”
Fairy Hanny 