Yesterday we drove through a Turkish blizzard (teeny compared to ours) and were diverted from the main highway twice due to accidents. (Snowplows could have been helpful?) We stopped at a lovely roadside “driver reviver” (My Aussie accent is kicking in) and ate lunch by a crackling fire before heading into the city.
While there we did a loop in the attached grocery before boarding our chariot. I was waving to my mate to let him know I was heading out to brave the flakes in case he couldn’t find me. He was oblivious. Fortunately the shopkeeper paid attention to me and informed him, “Your werf,” with finger pointing.
The werf is heading out and waving farewell to Turkey. Now that I am perfectly synced with this time zone and have my daily prayers in line with the muezzin-in-the-minaret, I will boldly face the readjustment period to MST. Güle güle.
