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Onwards and upwards

With one of our number holed up in the hotel puking and remaining remarkably positive, all things considered, the rest of us headed into town in order to 'get in amongst them' despite the fact that the previous evening had been, well, dead.

This was predicated on the promise from Wig that Tuesday nights were guaranteed to be exponentially busier than Monday nights.

Because there's no reason the rules of going out in London in the late 1990s shouldn't apply precisely to a medium sized town in Thracian Turkey ten years later, is there?

As it turns out (and this may shock you), Wig was entirely wrong and the main outcome of the evening was the invention of a new super hero - Captain Priapus. I'll leave you to guess the exact nature of his superpower.

Never mind, for tomorrow we were to Cannakale (pronounced Cher-knacker-lay, we discovered), home of the Anzac Hotel and doubtless thousands of eager, up for it young Australians and Kiwis.

(Can you guess how this is going to end yet?)

posted by Peter The Great @ 9:51 AM