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Kansai airport, the jumping off point... or maybe the real jumping off point was in the beautiful green eyes of that belly dancer... then a mad dash around Istanbul... and don't forget the washed-up Turkish soccer player-turned wannabe-mafia thug, taking a bath with the Yakuza, the K-1 fighter, the long, lonely walks in forgotten Japanese towns, and the sad, moaning karaoke machines in the icey old Japan night. Languishing now in Turkey, feeling grim... time for a change.
http:/healthandweirdness.blogspot.com
Kansai airport, the jumping off point... or maybe the real jumping off point was in the beautiful green eyes of that belly dancer... then a mad dash around Istanbul... and don't forget the washed-up Turkish...
This is jus tdumb. Revel in the dumb if that's what you're into.