Neither Pam nor I make any claims for prescience or any other psychic abilities so perhaps it was only common sense leading us to book a cab for early the next morning on our return journey from Antalya Archeological Museum. We are good to go by 6:45am and just as we walk down the stairs…
A section of distant Antalya rising out of the blue Mediterranean like tiny pale LEGO blocks completely filled a gap between mountain peaks as we were winding our way around the rock and fallen tree filled valley head between the little green grave and Hudacili ridge around twenty four hours ago. Antalya is Turkey’s fastest…
Perception as ever, is a strange shape shifting beast. First encounters also always happen in the past. Our senses become rendered as chemical synaptic antagonistic keys released swirling to awaiting agonist locks where conformational ion channels fire sparks shooting neuronal length. At swift journeys end electrical notes transpose through cell walls chemically once more and…
“Sorry Ms Clowsie” “I am for real” Sorry that occasional hostile tonalities crept into our blog’s reporting dialogue. All and any ill hued thoughts were directed by our occasional tired desperate confusion. Confusion of course is often a primary driver of discovery and adventure while desperation can lend its own adrenal magnificence to the occasion at…
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