Every time I'm away for a long period of time (which is often) I forget how much I love my crazy pretentious city with its stunning lego architecture and random modern art tossed about. (And sometimes, like that exhibition at fed square with the sadly movable boxes, stolen and then left on random street corners. Ahahaaa.)
I kind of never want to leave Turkey. Istanbul is incredibly beautiful and four hours going around Gallipoli was nowhere near enough.
Caveat: As with all my previous photos, the only camera I use is my crappy 5megapixel cameraphone, which does not really believe in focus or good resolution. Which might be why I post so few photos. 8D;
I have about a billion notepad files scattered across my desktop with the beginning of long, rambling and not terribly interesting descriptions of my travels (which, sad to say, are merely travels and not quite adventures
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Ireland, sadly, is not as interesting as the other parts of Europe because I am by nature the quiet, solitary homebody sort and not prone to getting so drunk that I almost die from alcohol poisoning and humping anything that moves (slowly enough that it can't run away) unlike the majority of the Irish first years I've met.