Penultimate Travelogue Entry
A former girlfriend urged me to never apologize, but just to spite her, because I know she is reading this now, I’m going to go ahead and say I’m sorry anyway. My previous posts have been tired, lazy, half ass… plebeian.
I realize now that more people read this stuff than I had initaly thought. I’ve had friends IRL tell me that they had read previous posts, I was stunned. Sincerely, I thought this was the equivalent of a tree falling in a binary abyss of nothingness. Alas, I was wrong, friends actually read this shit!
No longer will I write for the sake of writing, how narcissistic *99% of social media, including this*, I hereby pledge to post content I hope will delight and entertain you. Yes, you former gf, spiting while entertaining you.
I last left you in Turkey, a magnificent city that puts LA’s traffic to shame, as well as doing the same to Greece’s cuisine. Oh, the mighty Bosphorus (great recent bbc audio doc on the significance of the B).
When my crew and I arrived at the airport, ready to make our way towards Belgrade, I wasn’t quite ready to head inland. Having been fortunate enough to grow up near the water, I’ve always been drawn to it, magnetically. I learned that friends were in BODRUM, on the Aegean Sea. While the itinerary said Belgrade, I just couldn’t stomach the idea of (those of you who know me well get the bad pun here) heading inland versus this idylic ocean city I had been told was the “St. Tropez of Turkey”… A flight was leaving in an hour’s time so i bid farewell to my bros on the spot and went my own way. I was able to purchase a ticket at the airport for a flight leaving in less than an hour.
I arrived at the Maca Kizi hotel sans reservation. Based on the look of the staff upon my arrival it seemed that this had been a first. Or maybe it was my backwards baseball hat Cali style that threw them off.
“So you don’t have a reservation?”
“Yes ma’aam, that is correct”
“Hold on let me get the manager”
I BBM’d a friend in the states and asked her to call the hotel that moment and tell them that a famous American actor with a large nose named Adrian Brody was coming to the hotel, unannounced, in an effort to maintain a low profile.
Voila, they found me an ocean view room!
This hotel was pretty big willy style, and definitely trying to jock that Hotel Du Cop meets Byblos St. Tropez steez. I wasn’t mad at that, except for the fact that the staff was on me like flys to shit. They need to chill out, and learn how to leave a dude be. That said it was gorgeous. The water was phenomenonal. So was the breafast spread. By the “beach” which isn’t really much of a beach at all, but planks built out on the ocean, people lounge and sip cocktails as you listen to downtempo lounge music from the mid 2000′s. Lots of rich Turks (litteral Turkish people not like Young Turks) are checking eachother out, and there’s not too much friendly socializing, but that was fine for me.
Goto Bodrum. Get in the ocean, and you’ll forget every worry you’ve ever had in the world.
My time had come, and after 3 days at the hotel there, I realized it was time to move on. I learned there was a yoga retreat happening around the cove which sounded like a good change of pace. It turned out to be a group of British folks, with an ex pat American and fellow college alum leading the group. Lisa the yogi was cool, even though the hotel felt like the set of the Shining. Set in a quiet cove where large boats come to find secluded beaches, it really couldn’t get better.
Without my next destination set up yet, and needing to change my scenery, I made a last minute move to head to Croatia…