|Travel blogging is funny. I'm always thinking of what to post next, how to keep things fresh, etc. etc. What sometimes gets lost in the process are the little stories, the ones that I might tell when I got home at the end of the day, but two or three days later, seem of minor importance. Anyway, I've collected a few of these littles stories, which, each in their own right wouldn't be a blog post of its own, and combined them to share. I hope you enjoy!
Two Forks, Two Toothpicks, and a Salt Shaker
Spreading American Culture
|Tuesday March 29 2011||File under: travel, Turkey|
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|on Wed 30th Mar, 2011 01:09 pm PDT Horge said: |
I'll keep my ear to the ground on that one next time I hit the Zag. I think you should try doing the penis game in the local language of wherever you happen to be (in the name of cultural exchange and language-learning...) Here's a Google-translate primer that might help get the balls rolling: "poo-tso" (πούτσο), "kar" and "koo-rahts" (kurac) ;-)
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