So, it’s been a rather relaxed and productive-ish weekend, been hanging round the flat, watching movies with the girls, doing my travel journal (when it’s finished I will upload a sketchbook inspired selection of images, really ought to get my butt in gear as I’ll be off again soon enough). Did some home cooking, went in search of art galleries (must discuss with someone what a gallery is, our ‘local’ expat mag clearly doesn’t have a clue!) had a little wander up a mountain, poodled around a pavilion and had a lovely pot of passion fruit tea and chicken curry to finish (yes, very Chinese I know) AND got some reading done too. Quite impressive considering that it feels like the place is a sauna, humid, sticky and hot, did I mention sticky?
All of this has put me in a pensive mood, dangerous I know, thinking and all that, I’ll try to keep it to a minimum, anyway, as I count down the days of my contract, obviously because I love my employer, not because I can’t wait to do a runner, no sarcasm intended (OK I’m a bad liar) it has me pondering, what am I going to do next/with my life? Currently I …… have no idea, that’s what I’ve come up with, is it wrong that Istanbul is in the melting pot of plans purely because I like the song? You know the one, Istanbul/Constantinople – somewhere in the depths of my brain a little voice is shouting giants, whatever that means.
Contracts and start dates are always a bit of a pain, I want to go travelling first, maybe four or six months, we will see, all depends on pennies, lots to take into consideration. All I ask is that if you know of some amazing, well paid (well worth a mention) job comes up in a beautiful location, then give us a bell, would be much appreciated, especially seeing as my brain has decided subconsciously not to know, care or have any input into what my life plan is, or even in fact planning at all.

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