“Adventure is a path. Real adventure – self-determined, self-motivated, often risky – forces you to have firsthand encounters with the world. The world the way it is, not the way you imagine it. Your body will collide with the earth and you will bear witness. In this way you will be compelled to grapple with the limitless kindness and bottomless cruelty of humankind – and perhaps realize that you yourself are capable of both. This will change you. Nothing will ever again be black-and-white.” –Mark Jenkins

Thursday, 8 October 2009

Day 152 – 3rd October, Saturday. Chateaux Lambousa Market and Bogaz.

Drove over to Tony and Ange’s place in Bogaz (west coast) stopping at Le Marda shopping centre en route. Ant had forewarned me that the couple like a bit of a drink – but nothing could have prepared me for the day and night ahead! We started around their pool in mid afternoon and finished sometime during the night in a Turkish bar in Bogaz. (I think!)
I can recall Ange’s gorgeous spag bol, swimming in the dark, going to the harbour for a drink and then moving on and having a few more drinks, a boogie and watching Ant doing the caterpillar (impressively forwards and backwards I hasten to add) on the floor of Hassan’s bar in the village! Then the Raki was drunk and after that it all gets a bit hazy. Pictured - Me, Hassan and the lethal glass of Raki!!!

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