Dear bon vivant,
If you’ll excuse me, I would like to say we are now drinking piña colada and comparing our suntanned skins while sitting on the coast of Pacific. 
Fikret argues piña colada with cinnamon is no different than watered down boza, while Metin argues that the superior race Laz people are sun proof. The so-called Swiss hippies sitting behind us play bad mandolin and get to our nerves.
Finally we got out of the movie set. Everywhere looks so real now. Mexico City was nice as well, but when I look back, what I remember most is the fact that it was “huge.” Puebla was magnificent. Yet it seemed too gridded, too hygienic. I don’t know how to put it, but it can be said visiting the city and watching it from Google Earth doesn’t make much difference.
Now we are in Oaxaca, pronounced O-a-haka. Here looks magnificent, too. I don’t know what adjective I will use for our next stop.
We got out of Puebla drawing small circles, thanks to our imbecile GPS Juan Carlos. And thanks to the Mexican government that pretend these crooked two way roads are major highways, we poured our money to tollgates. But apart from this, the journey was magnificent. We travelled winding through the cactus forests and arrived in Oaxaca. (More …)
Dear bon vivant,
At this moment, we are drinking rakı in the magnificent colonial city Puebla. Metin is singing a Turkish folk song, Fikret is gathering information on the Mayan Gods, and I, Nur, the slave brought from Bolivia to carry out duties in Spanish, am on air to transmit this cheerful situation.
Now that Nur is here, Fikret and I are like children. She feeds us, takes us out. Thanks to her, now we act according to instructions like “don’t eat this”, “don’t eat that”, “this is that”, “say ‘gracias’”, etc…
After 24 hours of daylight and 35 hours of February 1, we arrived in Mexico City. I am not sure that it’s anybody’s concern but I’ll still say it: Fikret and I had never had to “overcome” a worse flight than this. Bear the name Iberia in your mind. And keep as far away as you can. Uncomfortable planes, rude flight attendants, horrible and meagre food, and they are skimpy as a principle.
Fortunately, Mexico City – called DF here – is a delicious place.
Where were we? Yes, before we head to Mexico to get a bon vivant point of view on Nibiru 2012 issue, we will do a preliminary investigation in Egypt. Why? Because while the Mayas were continuously building huge pyramids in Mexico and Guatemala, the Ancient Egyptians were busy doing the same thing by the Nile, approximately at the same time.
Before we examine the Mayan pyramids to find out whether the Nibiru collision will take place or not, we thought we could grab a bottle of Yeni Rakı and start with analyzing the Egyptian pyramids. We will share the information and the secrets of Ancient Egypt we gathered. However our technical facilities don’t allow us to say more than this. Accept this photo as an introduction. In short, Ramasses II is a kindred spirit. More to come later…
We paid a short visit to India, to the coast of Goa, and prepared rakı tables for you. We cooked fish. Moreover, it was shark and rakı. We will also eat piranha drinking rakı in Brazil. But it will be in July.
Indians loved Yeni Rakı. Their appetite for rakı shows in the pictures.
Now it is time to leave the mini project behind and talk about the real stuff.
Friends, first of all, here is a profound information: We are all going to die.
We are caught in the middle of swine flu and the Nibiru collision, and these are not good signs.
Therefore, now it seems inevitable to go Mexico, home of both phenomena, for a detailed examination.
We are going to Mexico. First, we will look into swine flu at the scene. We will see if anise reinforces our immune system against swine flu. Then, as scientific rakı drinkers, we will find out if the Nibiru collision will take place or not, by drinking rakı by the pyramids the Mayans built.