s as dudes checked out my pseudo-golden locks. we went to the Spice Market for a bit of shopping and one dude asked me to touch him and another asked me "do you want a baby? i will give you a baby!" holy cow. i don't know if blondes have more fun in turkey, but they sure do get more attention. stop trying to smell my hair, please.day two: blue mosque (wow!) and aya sofia (wow times two!!) and grand bazaar. i won't bore you with the details. use wikipedia if you are a learner-type.
late in the afternoon of day two, we had our first "at sea" overnight as we cruised to our next stop, izmir (google maps: turkey). we soon noticed that not only were we bringing the average age on the boat from 69 years old down a few decades, but we were easily dropping the average weight down a deuce, deuce-and-a-half. these folks were not our peeps. they were mostly our parents peeps, but not as fun as our parents. we found out that it was best to hole up in Tankards and ask our friendly bartender to put on some hip-hop to keep the crowd at bay. they were especially not thrilled when,
during the mandatory emergency life jacket drill, dan and i brought our Coronas to the staging area -- why sit through safety talks if you can't enjoy yourself? we're on vacation, people!day three: izmir where we bartered for a couple of cabs to take us to ephesus -- aahhhhhh!!!! -- little english, crazy driving, and a few moments of uncertainty when the other cab suddenly stopped mid-freeway and ours kept going. luckily we had the walkies to keep in touch and we didn't pay until we were safely back at port. (you know, ephesus where the Ephesians lived in bible land. riiiiight. well, it was pretty awesome if you like toppled marble columns and history. i was duly impressed. they sure built things to last back then.)
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