An apology: I never got around to going to the bazaar on Thursday, and for that I’m truly sorry. I spent the day in Kemer with my close friend who was visiting from Denmark, and I thought I’d be back in time to hit the bazaar, but as often happens with good friends, we milked the time until well after dark. And then I made the excuse that about 80% of you were probably away on Thursday with your families anyway, so I that’s how I let myself off the hook. <sheepish look>
So here’s the consolation prize— a few photos from our day out in Kemer:
We went inside the mosque, and the imam was nice enough to let us take photos. The Kemer mosque is small, but it’s beautifully decorated.
No seats in a mosque, you just kneel directly on the floor.
I was surprised at the amount of bling they have in there now. The mosque has had a remodel since last I saw it.
In fact, Kemer has changed a lot over the past two years since I lived there. This clock tower, for instance, didn’t exist when I was a resident.
But some things will never change— no peon schmucks allowed.
I hope you guys have all had a great week— I’m writing like a madman and drinking a lot of wine. It’s fantastic.
That looks like an absolutely wonderful place to stay. Something about Islam still intrigues me
That looks like an absolutely wonderful place to stay. Something about Islam still intrigues me
When you write like a madman while drinking wine, it is called drunk-blogging.. It is a wonderful thing! 🙂
When you write like a madman while drinking wine, it is called drunk-blogging.. It is a wonderful thing! 🙂
The artistry stuns me. Amazing work.
The artistry stuns me. Amazing work.
As a chronic writer-drinker, I have often pondered which comes first…writing, drinking, drinking, writing…
Have a fun day
As a chronic writer-drinker, I have often pondered which comes first…writing, drinking, drinking, writing…
Have a fun day