The Why Not Switch

Sometimes an insane thought or idea comes: do this or do that, try this or try that. In the next moment an avalanche of thoughts and excuses start: I can't do it, I'm not prepared, it's expensive, it hurts, it's dangerous, it's not for me, I'm tired, it's not so important, I can do it later, I can try it next time. Well, to help coming out of this close-mindedness, I found out I just have to push my Why Not Switch hard saying: "Really, why not? Let's do it!".

Base of a Banana Freak

I'm writing this mainly to have a post for refreshing the gallery - and I also wrote a long time ago, so I'm checking in. This time from Anamur, from a lovely campsite called Dragon. If I look up from the keyboard I see the sandy beach, the sea, and Cyprus: today the weather is clean and clear, the sun is burning, there is no windstorm. Ah, and I have one and a half kilos of locally grown bananas beside me. I've found another place to spend a few days without moving.

Wherever

I'm camping in a beautiful place in Ayas, on the south coast of Turkey. My tent is on the beach - I can listen uncousciosly all night to the sounds of the sea. The sun is shining, there are no clouds, it's about 30 degree celsius, a light breeze is on. I'm sitting on a terrace in the shadow between pillows and puffs, on carpets, and I'm thinking of going nowhere from here this time. The Budapest-Istanbul stuff has already been ended, but I have some more plans and some more stuff to write about.

Dog Eat Dog

Yesterday I had my horror day. Some monsters (not dogs, they can't fit into the dog category) attacked me but two dogs just saved my little ass. As I am writing this, the next day, I know I can't translate the hungarian post of this (I wrote that one still shocked using some hungarian phrases I just couldn't translate), so, forgive me, I just try to make a short summary of what happened.

Cappadocia - Istanbul: 2:1

I'm writing now a short one, kind of a gallery-refreshing one - I was in the mood to take pictures. Before, I had a wild rally in Istanbul from the appartment to the bus station. I had a funny 11 hours all-night-long long bus ride from Istanbul to Nevsehir, Göreme. I had three excellent days in Cappadocia: making excursions, eating out in Göreme, looking around in the nearby and meeting my german friends again.