This time last year
This time last year I was in Istanbul.
This time last year I would be on our "closure trip".
This time last year I would have been kidnapped by crazed Turkish men
This time last year I would be shopping at the Grand Bazaar
This time last year I would be drinking Cay that the shop keepers buy me whilst convincing me what a great bargain they're giving me
This time last year I'll be screaming in their face and practically grabbing them by the nuts demanding a better discount
This time last year I'm stuffing my face with fresh Kofte, pide, gozleme and stuffed cabbage
This time last year I would be making prank calls at 3am in the morning and leaving abusive voicemails for everyone I know
This time last year I would be freaking out thinking about meeting Johnny again
This time last year I would be getting screwed over left right and centre.
Instead, this year I'm in Sydney, thinking about work and volleyball.
There is no Grand Bazaar.
There is no men walking around selling $1 Cays in 30degree heat.
There is no Johnny, and
There is no overseas trip.
Its depressing. And its all Moishii's fault! I used to be content with my 2-3 week trip to Singapore, Hong Kong or China every year. Seeing relatives, shopping and great food. Thats not enough now. I want Turkey, I want Mykonos, and I want incidents. Family holidays are no longer fun. Theres no near death experiences. Theres no getting into fights with locals. Theres no 3am prank calls and most of all, there are no laughing fits. I miss our laughing fits. I miss doing our recaps and thinking where the hell did we go wrong for all the crap to happen to us, only to realise its because of us. Things happen because me and Moishii are together in the equation. There is no external influences. Put us 2 together, shit happens.
I miss the fact that shit happens. Which is why we've decided to celebrate our anniversary. Over the next month, I'll be reliving our favourite overseas moments. Heres a snippet as to what happened last year:
Day 1 - Istanbul
Day 2 - Istanbul
This time last year I would be on our "closure trip".
This time last year I would have been kidnapped by crazed Turkish men
This time last year I would be shopping at the Grand Bazaar
This time last year I would be drinking Cay that the shop keepers buy me whilst convincing me what a great bargain they're giving me
This time last year I'll be screaming in their face and practically grabbing them by the nuts demanding a better discount
This time last year I'm stuffing my face with fresh Kofte, pide, gozleme and stuffed cabbage
This time last year I would be making prank calls at 3am in the morning and leaving abusive voicemails for everyone I know
This time last year I would be freaking out thinking about meeting Johnny again
This time last year I would be getting screwed over left right and centre.
Instead, this year I'm in Sydney, thinking about work and volleyball.
There is no Grand Bazaar.
There is no men walking around selling $1 Cays in 30degree heat.
There is no Johnny, and
There is no overseas trip.
Its depressing. And its all Moishii's fault! I used to be content with my 2-3 week trip to Singapore, Hong Kong or China every year. Seeing relatives, shopping and great food. Thats not enough now. I want Turkey, I want Mykonos, and I want incidents. Family holidays are no longer fun. Theres no near death experiences. Theres no getting into fights with locals. Theres no 3am prank calls and most of all, there are no laughing fits. I miss our laughing fits. I miss doing our recaps and thinking where the hell did we go wrong for all the crap to happen to us, only to realise its because of us. Things happen because me and Moishii are together in the equation. There is no external influences. Put us 2 together, shit happens.
I miss the fact that shit happens. Which is why we've decided to celebrate our anniversary. Over the next month, I'll be reliving our favourite overseas moments. Heres a snippet as to what happened last year:
- Waiting in line at customs trying to get into the country, a kid pukes right infront of me.
- Moishii got me a hotel transfer to a hotel I wasn't staying at
- Transfer guy tried to take me sight seeing at a museum at 7am in the morning with all of my luggage after flying for 12 hours.
- Bellboy tries to kidnap me and my belongings to their hotel when I haven't booked with them!!!
- We rescue my belongings and check in to Erboy only to find out they freakin overbooked us AGAIN. TWO YEARS IN A ROW!!
- The body soap in my suitcase exploded all over my belongings. I had no clothes to change into.
- Meeting with Scarf guy again, throwing a tantrum about him ripping me off and walking away with a bag of goodies only to find out I got ripped off anyway.
- Went to my first Turkish Night only to almost get kidnapped by some dude at the end of the show.
- Visiting Ortakoy to for a rabbit to tell my fortune
- Going to Pierre Loti and almost getting killed by a psychotic Taxi driver who got caught in the middle of a road rage incident.
- Going clubbing only to have a woman flash us her punani and then having the ENTIRE CITY blackout on us.
- Catching a cab home only for our taxi stall, pushed over a hill and almost crashing into a stationary car!
Day 1 - Istanbul
Day 2 - Istanbul
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