Wow you really lived it. I had a friend from high schoolin California who went through there back then. He said when he was in Afghanistan, he stayed nights in monasteries and ate turnips.
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"All great cities have secret centres where the cognoscenti gather, obscure places which present unpretentious faces to the rest of the world but are widely known to those who need to know them. The Pudding Shop is in no guide book to Istanbul lyet it is known to the travelling youth of the whole world. Even Japanese arrive at the Pudding Shop.
It is a seedy double-fronted shop directly facing the Suleymaniye Mosque, the windows are curtained in ragged drapes and the name is barely discernable. Inside on the right is a self-serve food counter with an array of cafeteria foods which look as if they could have been there since last week. The fried eggs on the savoury mince have set solid, turned pale and withered at the edges; they were like that yesterday and do not seem to have been touched. the tables are plastic topped, covered with red check table cloths; Efes lager bottles, Coke cans, fruit drink drink cans and cigarette packets clutter their surfaces.
The clientele is young and talkative; the men with beards and floppy-brimmed hats, the girls with long, free-flowing hair. Smoke and chatter fill the air; they sit all day long drinking Coke, beer and chi. Upstairs is another bar/dining room but more on the style of a club. The youngsters look like all the youngsters the world complains about--unkempt, uncaring, defiant. In a word, drop-outs. then you talk to them and discover that they are the kids next door doing their thing. And, under the bravado, they are slightly awed and diffident. From all corners of the world theycome to the Pudding Shop to find their way around the rest of the world. A lot of them have travelled remarkable distances and done astonishing things, pushing back frontiers and visiting countries which, only a few short years ago, were the preserve of professional travellers. Nepal is now commonplace, some have been to Tibet, nearly all have traversed the length and breadth of the subcontinent of India; they have all taken in Indo-China, the islands of Oceania, Asia and Europe--all on a few pennies and a lot of ingenuity. Mostly they have managed to look after themselves very well and steer clear of trouble.
This is the crux of the Pudding Shop's importance to the teenage globetrotters. By the food bar there is a noticeboard which, particularly in the high summer travelling season, carries dozens of messages.
'Hildegard, Joanna, German, require lift to Essen, guaranteed no trouble."
'Jackie, Australian nurse, good sport, wants lift to England with nice, friendly, driver.'
'Anyone going Denmark??? Zelda, 19, good fun and cooperative, leave Thurs, Fri, Sat. Belgium, Holland will do. Ring Mocamp.'
'TWO, TWO,TWO Dutch girl students going Amsterdam, good time guaranteed"
'I will go East as far as you are --- anywhere, Afghanistan, Pakistan, India. Will pay own way, good company.'
'Two English roses to be plucked here in Istanbul. Take us anywhere nice in Europe.'
They throw their sex around a bit in the 1980's fashion and in a way which would shock their grandmothers, but they get around. And travelling with the truckers, they are pretty safe, they will not come to much harm. the girls are wise, they will be well protected through some situations which otherwise could be very hairy indeed."
<--- superschnelle 300 hp 10:1 ECE euro HV, Hochverdichtung = high compression (11/2011) ... Wie im Freien Fall. Nur horizontal.
"I swear to god, it's like I live in a trailer of common sense, and stare out the window at a tornado of stupidity." >'='<
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