Mehemet's boat
Cricor (sp?), Mehemet's fisherman friend
Mehemet, owner of Hotel Endorfina
A much bigger fishing boat...
Cricor in port
View from the village pub, Kiyikoy
we catch the turbot
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Many are the joys of this world - women, fruit, ideas. But to cleave that sea in the gentle autumnal season, murmuring the name of each islet, is to my mind the joy most apt to transport the heart of man into paradise.
From The Ballad of Sir Patrick Spens, in Home
Last night I saw the new moon with the old moon in her arms.
From My Name is Red
ALIF: Painting brings to life what the mind sees, as a feast for the eyes.
LAM: What the eye sees in the world enters the painting to the degree that it serves the mind.
MIM: Consequently, beauty is the eye discovering in our world what the mind already knows.
LAM: What the eye sees in the world enters the painting to the degree that it serves the mind.
MIM: Consequently, beauty is the eye discovering in our world what the mind already knows.
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From The Physiology of Taste
I made up my mind at once, went to the kitchen, found a kettle large enough to boil the whole fish, and did so. There was a procession composed of the master, mistress, servants, and company, but they all approved of what I did. With the fish we boiled bulbous root and other vegetables. When the fish was cooked we sat down at the table, our ideas being somewhat sharpened by the delay, and sought anxiously for the time, of which Homer speaks, when abundance expels hunger.
From My Name is Red
For a dog, you see, nothing is as satisfying as sinking his teeth into his miserable enemy in a fit of instinctual wrath. When such an opportunity presents itself , that is, when my victim, who deserves to be bitten, stupidly and unknowingly passes by, my teeth twinge and ache in anticipation, my head spins with longing and without even meaning to, I emit a hair-raising growl.
From The Bridge over the Drina
Autumn was already in full spate; the roads were breaking up from the rains, the Drina was rising and troubled, and the bare stubble full of slow-winged ravens.
From Zorba the Greek
Happy is the man, I thought, who, before dying, has the good fortune to sail the Aegean Sea.
Who is master, who is servant?
Journey of the mind
- Istanbul: Memories of a City, Orhan Pamuk
- Their Eyes Were Watching God, Zora Neale Hurston
- Home, Marilynn Robinson
- Tipping the Velvet, Sarah Waters
- My Name is Red, Orhan Pamuk
- The File on H, Ismail Kadare
- The Girl Who Kicked the Hornet's Nest, Stieg Larsson
- What am I Doing Here?, Bruce Chatwin
- The Girl Who Played With Fire, Stieg Larsson
- The Bridge on the Drina, Ivo Andrić
- Zorba the Greek, Nikos Kazantzakis
- Collected Works, Seamus Heaney
- The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo, Stieg Larsson
- Crete, 18th Century Traveler's Tales
- Madame Bovary, Gustav Flaubert
- The Classical World, Robin Lane Fox
- Conversations in Bolzano, Marai Sandor
- The Consolations of Philosophy, Alain de Botton
Are we having more fun?
Ice Cream flavours we have tried
- Zabaglione
- Fig
- Mille feuille
- Mandarin
- Lemoncello
- Chestnut
- Praline
- Lemon Cream
- Stracciatella
- Kinder Cereali (cocoa pops, a low point)
- Caffe
- Yoghurt and cherry
- Black chocolate
- Really incredibly good vanilla
- Creme Caramel
- Hazelnut
- Crema
- Double chocolate
- Cherry
- Mascarpone
- Raspberry
- Crema uovo (egg cream)
- Tiramisu
- Chocolate Vanilla Swirl
- Chocolate Parfait
- Kaimaki (sheep's milk)
- Strawberry
- Pistachio
- Green Apple
- Chocolate
- Yoghurt, honey and nuts
- Cookies and Cream
- Mastic Gum
- Watermelon
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