Posted April 1, 2014 Posted by Adam in Uncategorized
Posted April 1, 2014 Posted by Adam in Uncategorized
This was in The Crown on Burnt Ash Hill.
I had drunk enough Young’s Bitter for it to seem like a good thing to do.
Half the drinkers seemed to like it and half formed muttering groups.
Still alive, though.
Posted April 1, 2014 Posted by Adam in Uncategorized
Here is the excerpt from my diary of August 1, 1992
Back on the Black Sea, we passed miles of tea plantations punctuated by enormous tea factories until we got to Trabzon where the car stopped and refused to do anything. The bump at Doğubeyazıt had wrecked the battery mounts and shaken it free, whereupon the casing had been punctured. By Trabzon, all the acid had leaked out. While car park attendants gathered to laugh at the car, I went to get a new battery while [my girlfriend] checked us into a brothel.
We thought it was a hotel but soon found that the only occupants were loud, semi-clothed Russian women (long-term residents) and furtive-looking men (short-term). Going downstairs one day, we passed a fearsome, screeching woman dragging a struggling little man into her room. We didn’t get involved.
Posted April 1, 2014 Posted by Adam in Uncategorized
In summer 1994, I set myself the task of driving from Erzurum, via Bayburt and Gümüşhane, to Trabzon. Here I would pick up the rest of the participants in the Kaçkar Dağı expedition. It looked like a manageable distance on the map but the road through Gümüşhane was what my brother would call a ‘driver’s road’. This meant hairpin bends and adrenaline. It seemed like an immense distance. In order to get to Trabzon airport in time, I had to motor through without stopping, except for some petrol and a coke on the outskirts of the city of Gümüşhane.
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