We drove for about three hours at least to go to lunch from Troy at 2 pm. We’re in a probinsya, going towards the direction of Izmir, several hundred kilometers away from where we spent the night, Canakkale.
One weewee stop,
The 20 minute stop became a shopping spree.
Oh my buhay regular reader Rhuth emailed me and told me to buy evil eye, it’s their version of the Chinese Bagua, to ward off evil spirits or negative forces.
I bought 5 of this Olive cream, I got one free. Halos lahat ng tinda nila buy one get one free.
Edmund bought a big tube, maalaga sya sa skin, daig pa ako. I don’t put lotion.
My kids also bought some olive soaps for pasalubong.
The most sought after place in our tour. Bayan (Women), Bay (Men). Di ba yung mga Bicolano “bay” rin ang tawagan? Baka descendants sila from Turkey. Or merong mga Bicolano na nagmigrate sa Turkey?
You could tell that a Lola decorated this romantic-looking bathroom.
Okay, an hour more to lunch….
That plane was used during WWI.
Okay, finally, lunch is here… another lethargic dog.
For all that rayuma riding on the bus for several hours, that lunch better be good.
The tour guide brought us to a better-than-carinderia-looking restaurant, typical of the places where tourists are brought.
Tawilis? I didn’t come to Turkey to eat tawilis. If I want tawilis I will go to Tagaytay instead.
I lost my appetite.
Every restaurant and hotel’s standard dessert.
It was buffet, the second crappiest buffet selection I have ever seen. I am a matakaw person, hindi ako mapili, but for some reason, I was turned-off by all the orange colored dishes. I could not remember any instance that I felt dismayed by the food that’s served to me. I felt, what’s this crap? The tour guide said chicken barbeque. I didn’t see any barbeque.
The crappiest buffet? in Malaysia. at this hotel in Genting Highlands. Thousands of tourists elbowed each other out to get crappy food from the buffet. I felt so insulted. Why did this leading Malaysian company invite me to spend a few days in Malaysia and subject me to this indignation? I am so maarte. yes, I know, sometimes.
Go back to Turkey….
My tour mates got food and started eating. I was like “what are they eating?”
I lost my appetite. My son told me I should get something.
Kahit laman tyan, parang ayaw ng mga bulate ko nito.
They’re all eating, except for the maarte me.
Lahat may kulay orange na sauce.
I went up to Ali and asked where the chicken barbeque was?
“Ali, where’s the chicken bbq?”
He promised they’re coming.
After about 20 minutes, the chicken wing came. Yes, one wing split into two. I asked for one more plate.
And my family donated their shares to me. In fairness, their steamed rice was good. It went well with the chicken wings.
There’s a tiny store just outside the restaurant’s entrance door, dinumog na naman namin.
We bought some more souvenirs. Actually all the stores that tourists are brought to are a bit overpriced. But still, you just have to buy if you found something that you really like.
No time to go around town to canvass.
Since I wasn’t able to eat a lot, I took out the apple and ate it as soon as I got on the bus. Nagtaka si Edmund, where I got the apple. I took it from the Kolin Hotel’s breakfast buffet. I didn’t have time to have dessert, binaon ko. That’s what you call foresight.
