caturday at it’s best

i’ve left facebook and i’m considering the same for linked in. too many people that i barely know, or that i know but i don’t have any interest in, add me as their friend. which i’m not.

i’m back blogging.  the pleasure i get from daily checking my friend’s blog pushed me to return the favour. and of course, the pleasures of writing.

recent past. been in the north cyprus for the first time, with no clear intention other than: to reach the most eastern point, to see wild donkeys and to find the golden beaches that they say outcome the ones from the south. and the evergreen reason to go to the north, drink efes.

all checked.

ate in iskele. satisfactory as food intake (the beer was at it’s best, a bit blurry and very fresh), but did not find a proper turkish taverna.

roamed around and took right at every sign with: beach. never really reached one.

found dipkaraz. saw donkeys. found the turtles beach (apparently in top 10 beaches around the world).

drunk another efes.

met this guy on the way back:

a caturday at it’s best.