Slipping on ice can be a near death experience, when you do it with a car, in the mountains of Bulgaria under heavy snowing. Of course, I am actually overreacting. We haven't even scratched the car. We only have done a half spin once, and some other occasional slipping. Nothing came from the opposite direction. God was watching. At the Turkish border... I only remember a traffic light hanging in wind. The movement was so regular, I though it was activated from inside the passport booth.
Under the heavy unstoppable rain, Istanbul looks more and more like Venice.
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