Wild Rabbits... Fat Brits

I haven’t posted in a few days because I haven’t had the time or internet access to do so. Don’t worry. I’ll bring you up to speed. Three days ago Hande and I lounged down at the beach all day. That evening after dinner we had intended to go into Bodrum for the evening but Hande disappeared to her room around nine for a quick nap and was not seen until the following morning. I did get my Bodrum fix, though. Two Days ago, Hande and I spent the entire day in the city. We explored nearly all of Bodrum—the good, the bad, and the ugly. We shopped for a bit (only after Hande basically forced me too),and I picked up a couple of pretty sweet t-shirts. After lunch, where had it not been for Hande we would’ve been ripped off by a couple of Turkish restaurant employees who love to prey on ignorant tourists. After battling through another round with the tireless stream Bodrum shops we were down for the count. We made out pit stop at Hookah bar where we smoked and talked about our futures. We ate dinner with some folks from Wales and then we went out with a couple of Hande’s high school pals. We sipped on our drinks at Korfaz (a pretty low-key Turkish bar) for awhile and then cranked up the excitement level a bit and hung out in a Rock-n-Roll club for the rest of the night. We didn’t get back home until around 3am, so I struggled to get up yesterday morning. When I finally did get out of bed, we decided to head to Wild Rabbit Island. The thing that makes Wild Rabbit Island different from the countless other islands that litter Turkey’s southwestern coast is that you can you can walk to it. We walked through the sea to Wild Rabbit Island and we even saw a few wild Rabbits. Later we swam and then ate lunch. We came back home napped and then ate at declicious meal prepared by Hande's mother. After dinner we went into Yalikavik. We shopped a little and picked up a few gifts for friends and family. While shopping we were distracted by some Brits at a near by barbelting out "West Virgina! Mountian Momma! Take Me Home!" in song. Hande and I couldn't pass up another oppourtunity to make fun of tourists, so we sat down. We had a couple drinks and just watched as middle aged overweight Brits belched out tunes. It was hilarious and we were the only ones who thought it was so. With the exception of three young turkish men who we quickly became friends with, and a couple of young British love-birds who were more interested in each other's lips than a few fat singers, the entire crowd was engulfed by the songs cheering and singing along. Hande, the three other Turks, and I just sat back and laughed. The turkish boys heckled the Brits to know end "Go Micheal go...Yeah sing bitch!" When we talked to the turkish boys they appologized for their recent attack on the US consulate "thes things happen" one said with a smile. The attack scared me a little bit, but I was far from Istanbul when the event occured, and I am now alive, safe, and well.