Selçuk

Nur Pansiyon

The courtyard of my current home away from home. I'm sitting in that cushioned corner looking out at some young Australians snacking at the table under that grape arbor.

Also kvetching because Nur's wireless router won't let me connect. Sometimes it does, sometimes it doesn't. Sometimes when it doesn't, it does if I switch from Linux to Windows, sometimes not even then. When neither OS can connect, it is usually fixed by cycling power on the router. The problem is not unique here; I have encountered it sometimes in Greece as well. It might be related to WPA security as opposed to WEP. I'll have to start paying attention to which is in effect when I have this problem.

Meanwhile, I can connect real easily from any of the cafes on the main square where the Natives play endless backgammon at the cafes, and the storks hang out in their huge nests atop the ruined pillars of the byzantine aqueduct.

This sign in Korean starts getting seriously whimsical (howzat for an oxymoron?) below the first horizontal line.

The cafe itself has the tastiest stuffed grape leaves I can remember. Those are not called dolmas here. I forget the name, but dolmas here are stuffed bell peppers. In Rhodes they are grape leaves. Everywhere else I went in Greece, the grape leaves were called dolmadhakia.

There used to be stork nests on these pillars like all the others. Recently the birds have relocated to nearby buildings. Perhaps they sense something crumbling beneath them. The crumbing house (or whatever) is condemned for removal. It will be interesting to see whether the storks return afterwards.