Biking Around Again

Five days from Antalya to Mexico City, the magic of air travel. I took an overnight bus from Antalya to Ankara and had the chance to see Sabiha, Banu, and Deniz during my day in Ankara.

Very early the next morning (@2:30am without having slept) I took the bus to the airport only to learn hours later that my flight to Munich was cancelled. We had passed immigration and were waiting at the gate when this decision was made.

Back through immigration they cancelled the exit stamp, and hours later I was rebooked through Istanbul and Paris. Back to Ankara I went to Sabiha´s only to discover I had left my camera in her car the night before. What a lucky bugger I am. Just a few days earlier I was similarly lucky: I had backed up all my files to the internet and the very next day my computer died for good (bozuldu, descompuso).

My next flight out of Ankara was late.  I raced through the Istanbul airport, they reopened check-in for me, and I made the connection to Paris.  Late that night in Paris I was excited to see the Aeromexico plane and knew I´d easily make that connection.

Ha, ha!  Overbooked and I didn´t have a seat.  26 hours in Paris.  So that´s how I found myself walking through the center of Ankara one day, the center of Paris the next day, and the center of Mexico City the day after that!  I´ll probably never do something quite like that again.

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