Hello my little frosted cupcakes! Last month my hubby Phil and I took a lovely Bosprous tour! Tickle my tush, I never knew the best view of Istanbul could be from the sea instead of a much higher place! We got on our boat at Enimomu (I’m terrible with Arabic spelling!), and were treated to a wonderful tour that took in the Bosporos Bridge (just like the Golden Gate Bridge in Los Angeles!), the Chegharan Palace (now a deluxe hotel!), and a wonderful building with two pointy towers called Kahlualee (I think), and even a second Bosoprous bridge! Unfortunately I had trouble getting my sea legs and was queasy in the choppy waters! Phil had no such problem because he started downing some refreshing cold beers, thus staying in rhythm with the teetering boat! Well, in between the awful tankers and their big waves, the monotonous sound of the droning tour guide who kept saying “In Otomman times”, and the seagulls shrieking in my ear, it all got a bit much for dear old Mabel! Your’s truly bounded off to the bow of the boat to purge right out into sea! Lesson number one, my little crumpets: never vomit into the wind! I was now wearing my lunch as make-up! Phil – who was now even tipsier than the boat – stumbled over to grab me, but, unable to control his momentum, pushed us both out over the gunwale! As we dangled in the air with nary a foothold, he screamed “I’M THE KING OF THE WORLD!” before he too let out an extraordinary projectile vomit which the wind threw back in our faces yet again! Dear me, were we a silly dripping sight to see! Watermelon pips in our hair, beer and yoghurt in our eyes! But nothing some cologne and napkins couldn’t fix! Ta-ta till next month my little landlubbers!
