Tomorrow I have my appointment with the Turkish Consulate. For the last two weeks there hasn't been a day or even an hour where I haven't been sick to my stomach. I have never in my entire life felt this way for so long. Really maybe a few hours and not more than a couple of days. All I needed to do is go for a run, ride my bike, or swim - maybe all three. I remember after one break up I did mini triathlons: run 6 miles, ride 60 miles, then swim 3/4 of a mile.
I can't do any of those things in London. But I'm beginning to like London. I would like it more if I had my bike. Still there are some great food markets here - really for those of you who think the London food scene stinks. Every Friday I go to the Borough market. I think every thing there is organic and high quality free range meats. There are a couple dozen food stalls where I always get a smoked courgette spread and an aubergine, walnut, pomogranite chutney. The wild boar sandwich is outrageous! On Saturday I go the the Clapham Hill market, more organic vegies and I bought a tiny chunk of cheese that set me back $10. It was worth it. On Monday I head to the Notting Hill market. I think it's the best as far as prices and there's a Spanish store with the cutest guy who turned me on to a delicious inexpensive red wine and an Iberico saucisson - Oh god!
I walk a lot to keep the weight down. I think my churning stomach burns off calories too.
Then there's the night scene. I keep that down because I can't afford it. But the ones I've gone to cost nil. I went with Elisabeth to a British Rubbish benefit. The 5 pound entrance fee went to the Marxist society. Talk about people who don't act their age. There were people who were definitely older than me acting silly - like dancing to punk rock music. This was right up my alley. A woman who sang jazz asked a audience member to accompany her with a tiny toy horn. It was hilarious.
I have to get this out because if I can't return to Turkey now and I have return to Podunkville I think I will seriously consider suicide. I thought about going to Croatia, but I can't go anywhere else and feel good. I won't sleep tonight.
Monday, September 14, 2009
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Rose, please update your followers. How did your meeting go with the Turkish Consulate?
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