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Pamukkale was cold. And rainy. I guess that's what you can expect when exploring a country on its off season. There's a reason tourists flock to places in summer, the weather is more cut out for exploring. I spent my first day with a woman on her 45th birthday. She was from LA and worked in television and movies. We went off to explore Hierapolis and the Pamukkale travertines which were, really, the only reason to visit the town. We explored some ancient ruins, observed the infestation of snails, then settled into the hot springs for a relaxing soak. Unfortunately of that...

I want a Turkey sandwich. Turkey, mayo, swiss, on white bread. (I don't like vegetables on my sandwiches.) It's a weird craving to have, especially since I'm a hot lunch kind of girl, but it was the only thing my food-poisoned brain could think of that sounded appetizing. Unfortunately turkey clubs aren't standard fare here in Turkey. Ironic, eh? I was homesick on my last day in Cappadocia. Mostly because I was still nauseous and just wanted that turkey sandwich and had to settle for crackers. Partly because it was the day of the annual Music Box Massacre 24 hour horror film fest back...

On Thursday morning I woke up dark and early at 5am to get picked up for my hot air balloon ride. Really, it's the thing to do in Cappadocia. I waited with two others from my hostel until the bus driver came to whisk us to the company's headquarters for breakfast. It was dark and cold and the Nescafe and bread weren't quite doing it for me. Why can't they just skip the whole breakfast thing and let you sleep in a little longer?...

1. The bus ride from Istanbul to Cappadocia, Turkey, (more specifically, Göreme) took approximately 14 hours. But, surprisingly, I slept pretty decently the whole way. The bus had wifi which made me happy. Actually, way more happy than it should have.   2. I am sick. Yes, again. This time I am pretty sure it is food poisoning that may or may not have come from a bad plate of nachos. (Maybe I shouldn't eat Mexican food in Turkey?) I am throwing up everything I eat. And I can't even look at a photo of food without gagging. Which is hard,...

On my second full day in Istanbul I spent the morning wandering the Grand Bazaar, where I dodged carpet sellers and lamp sellers and scarf sellers and trinket sellers all spouting out "Where you from?" "You speak English?" "You want to be my friend?" and some other favorites like "good morning…(after I ignored them)…bad morning" and "you German?" and "hola" and "bonjour" and "want to see my carpets?" which just sounds like a dirty pick up line. And then there was the person who tried to convince me he was trustworthy by showing me text messages from Brits and Americans...