- A man of many words. Profane, profound, loyal to a fault and a right rat bastard. I love the finer things in life: expensive cigars, cheap women and all the salted, cured meats I can eat. A friend to dogs, lover of humanity and despiser of people. If I were King the world would be a better place, because, well...I would be King! Oh, and I like ice cream.
Sunday, October 09, 2005
Ramadan (or as they spell it Ramazan) in Istanbul
After the University Fair headed up to Taksim Square to try the local cuisine. Just in time to compete with thousands of starving Muslims coming off the daily Ramadan fast. It was a beautiful evening with more dining opportunities than one could count. Music (recorded and live) flowed throughout the streets.
Now I understand why my Muslim friends wax ecstatic about their holy month of Ramadan.
Funny thing was I had been invited to a local counselor's home (along with 90 other recruiters) for drinks after the fair. The lamb Doner Kabab I ate on the street far outweighed any possible networking value of the soiree.
I AM retired after all.