Pandalar yavaş haraket ediyorlar ve egzersiz yapmıyorlar

Slayt 1

Merhaba. Hoş geldiniz. Benim adım Evie. Uluslar arası ilişkiler okuyorum. Bugün pandalar hakkında konuşuyorum.

Slayt 2

Genellikle Çinde yaşıyorlar  ama bazen onları hayvanat bahçesinde görebiliyoruz.

Çin büyük bir ülke. Yazın hava sıcak ve kuru. Kışın hava çok soğuk ve karlı. Çinde nüfus yaklaşık bir milyar dört yüz milyon. Çin kalabalık bir ülke.

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Pandalar yavaş haraket ediyorlar ve egzersiz yapmıyorlar. Bu yüzden onlar her zaman şişmanlar. Onlar çok fazla bambu yiyorlar. Her gün yaklaşık otuz bambu yiyorlar ama onlar hamburger, pide, İskender, çiğ köfte yemiyorlar.

Slayt 4

Bugünlerde pandaların sayısı azalıyor çünkü bambu ormanları azalıyor. Bu çok üzücü.

Slayt 5

İyi olan şey Çinde bebek pandalar için hayvanat bahçeşi var. İnsanlar onları burada koruyor.

Above represents my presentation I performed today about “dev pandalar.” Yes you may marvel at my spectacular level of turkish; “pandas eat lots and never exercise so they are often fat, but they do not eat iskander, pide or cigkofte” Comical genius, I know, I know.
So once more it has been far too long since I have updated this. To be honest I’m finding it difficult to provide an appropiate introduction. So you know what, forget the bulletpoints, life is too short; i’m  just gonna go for it like the nutter I am.

I went to Istanbul again;

Woops. I may have accidently been to Istanbul again. Ou journey started with 5 of us  piled into the back of a taxi. 2 French, 2 Turkish and one solidatary Englishwoman. The taxi driver found this very amusing, due to the fact there are many jokes about a french man, a turkish man and and an English man – he was having an absolute ball listening to us all switch in and out of Languages. (Something that I am unfortunately taking for granted now – I know i will miss living in such a multilingual environment.) A snappy 6 hour bus ride and we were in Istanbul once more.

Now, this experience was vastly vastly different to the romantic week I spent there before.  We were  greated in Istanbul by a shoeless homelessman taking it as his civic duty to do some nifty traffic control. (my favourite moment was when he stopped the blackedout hummer and let some shitty astra through) After checking into our Hostel (Chillout Hostel, avoid) – which was shit, dirty and had no toilets, alas, it did have bedbugs which savaged me as I slept leaving for a very itchy week to follow – we hit the town. Now, I have been to gay bars before; but nothing like the magnitude that this weekend was to present. Arriving at the first of many, Hugo quickly pointed out that he felt like a bit of meat. Unfortunately for him, he could not look any more European in his striped t-shirt and blonde hair. He was definately a man magnet. After a few uncomfortable drinks we then went on, to another gay bar – which this time had a famous old actress singing classical kareoke and then followed by an overweight orange drag queen which apperntly was meant to mimic some famous turkish singer. All of this was fairly lost on me, so i sat – smiling. We then tried to up the game and get into a gay club; but we were turned away due to the fact we were girls, and thus apperntly a distraction to the bisexuals that may be in the club. Hugo then pointed out that although if it were just me, we proabaly would have gained entrance, but due to Nergliz and her short dress we were not. Thank you for the reminder that bisexuals may not be turned by somebody as ugly as me, appreciated MATE. ;)

Alas, the night ended well – and we stayed until 5 dancing in Joker Joker Bar. These europeans however can not handle their drink, and so to the hostel we had to return. They were amazed at my ability to walk in a straight line after two vodkas. As Dorian would remind me “I am soooooo English”

In the daytime, with sore heads and empty wallets we decided to go on a Bosphurus cruise. Cok Guzel ama cog soguk! After the easiest sell the tour quide had probabaly ever made down by the quay side – we were for some reason put on a bus that seemed to just have stopped at the traffic lights with no explanation. (Turkey) It turns out that this bus would take us to the boat, but this was not clear until we were actually on the boat. We had a lovely bob along the Bogaz, or Bospherus – and managed to see the most beautiful sunset imaginable. Harika!

Later, we went for beers – and then to Club XL. Suprisingly, the largest gay club in Turkey. Here we were treated to a night of pvc drag queen shows and some dancing that my grandmother would not aprove out. Very odd. I spent most of the night thinking; “why am I here?” or “what is that he is wearing?” or “how do they look so much better than me when I am a woman and they are not?” and “how is he doing that with his hips” and “jesus christ I am not attractive” followed by “Why did I just pay 25 lira for a drink” and then once more  “Why am I here?” Alas, it was an experience.

The following day was unremarkable, with a quick visit to Sultanahmet and a nice cup of Elma cay by the Grand Bazar. Istanbul is a magic place. As our patience wore thin and the hangovers and partying till 5 am for two nights running kicked a punch (definitely a saying, I think... as Neil Bestwick will remind me my knowledge of sayings is not great) we decided to head back to Ankara.

On board our bus, I was ready to pass out, however, the Bus Assistant (the only way i can think to describe the system of the man on the bus who brings water and pillows to the passengers of the bus, like an air steward although it really does not sound sexy) had other plans. He may have took a shine for me, and there were many awkward moments on the 8 hour bus ride where I opened my eyes and he was simply staring at me. The attraction of a foreigner in Ankara is considerably higher than in Istanbul, as there are no tourists here. At one point he bent over me,with his face very close to mine to “adjust my chair” #absolutelyterryfing. On the plus side I did have a continual stream of Yedi Gun and cakes because of this. Silver Lining.

Apart from Istanbul, there is little to report. I have mainly been studying, moaning about the weather and having a cold nose. Christmas and going back to England is making me so happy at the moment, and my dad has strict instructions to play Christmas songs for the entire drive back from the Airport.

Highlights of the past couple of weeks have included a delicious meal cooked by my Turkish Family’s Sister – inclusive of their 84 year old grandmother burping and winking at me throughout the meal, which made my front of extreme politeness nearly crumble into hysterical laughter. Also, a delicious Turkish breakfast made by Mehmet. I am going to miss them during my 6 weeks back home.
 Beer Pong was also very fun. And meeting my housemates sister of whom looks EXACTLY THE SAME.

Highlights have also included a ride in “Populaire Taxi.” A elite taxi service offered to only the coolest kids in town, featuring 4 TVs, bluelights and the loudest sound system I’ve ever heard in a car. Upon hearing of this magical transportation system – I was eager to try it out. After a few drinks, and alot of German/Irish enthusiasm for said Taxi, we were quick to order it to peform as out carrage to the infamous “Passage” club. It did not dissapoint, even though we were refering to the man driving the Taxi as “populaire taxi” himself. My favorite moment was when Justus stumbled out the taxi after alot of thanks, and then shouted “Oi, Populaire Taxi – where is the club then?” Brilliant.

The turks go bananas for Gangham Style. If I hear it one more time coupled with being greeted with such enthusiasm and dancing turkish girls in ugg boots going bananas I am going to seriously loose my attaturk cool with them. And it. And Korea.

 My final Turkish Class!

We also celebrated my friend Thomas's birthday yesterday, along with "goodbye cocktails" organised by the International Cooperations Office. 2 Free drinks and seeing some faces that I haven't in a while was nice. A few of us then piled back to our flat (of course.) to celebrate. Doriane and Fanny prepared a delicious french dinner, whilst all I had to offer were some very burnt "scones" or.. biscuits, one of which was meant to resemble a T for Thomas, but in fact resembled a very odd looking penis. We sang, ate, drank and were merry. Perfect. 


In other news, it has started snowing here – and I will return to England in 2 days. 2 days left with these gorgeous people I am lucky enough to call my friends. I love you guys, if you are reading this. Thank you for making my first semester so memorable. And here is to the unknown of the Second Semester... please treat this little panda well.

Ps, we recorded a little redition of Bon Iver's "Flume" ft. a Greek and a Dutch guy on Guitar, a Syrian on the Violin and an English girl (me) trying her best to sing. Check it out bra; International Covers.