Republic Day in Istanbul means...
.... lots of flags
...lots of boaty goodness ( with flags)
.... lots of flags
...lots of boaty goodness ( with flags)
...lots of police welcome wagons
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In the afternoon I went to an end-of-kebab-season partay with colleagues. I decided to walk there with a fellow teach which obviously made us a pair of most impressive machines. Turks do not embrace the walk I find.
It was actually a very enjoyable afternoon. Red wine, beer and baklava always help too.
mmm baklava
Turk at work...
Canadian sandwich
The whole motley bunch
hmmm would u really pay to learn from us???
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Many red wines later some of us straggled down the hill towards Ortaköy to watch the fireworks...a mandatory celebration of any Republic Day.
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P.S The Lucky Pirate remains in hospital so I still have no pictures. But here is her gorgeous brother I have named Herbey...because I am treating him for a similar sounding infection at the moment. He is a brave and beautiful boy who pluckily lives on his street with his mama but is now getting brave enough to let me cuddle him ( and inject antibiotics down his wee little throat.)
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