Almost missing Dr. Z

For those of you who have been followıng my blog, you will know all about Dr. Z, aka the 'sleepwalking bellringer'. What you don't know is that just before we departed for Diyarbakır, he left for Istanbul. Today, while sitting on the verandah of a cafe eating cake and ice cream and drinking coffee (something we won't be able to do tomorrow after leaving the Turkish part of Kurdistan), A called up Dr. Z. While I had been feeling tinges of envy that I could not afford to go as far as Istanbul, it seems that Dr. Z was there feeling bored and missing us! Is it possible? (Dr. Z, please feel free to post a comment and contradict me).

OK, the truth is that I am writing this to take my mind off the fact that I will leave tomorrow. SIGH! Today before cake, T and I shopped on the hıgh streets of the Ofis disrict and bought clothes that we would actually wear in London (no polyester). The shopkeeper, who we have named Modern Macho, called his friend from an office above the shop to help him speak English with us. We also received invitations to go clubbing later (which we declined)... Yet this didn't feel like harassment, just attention! Maybe when the upstairs English-speaking guy next visits Erbil (something he apparently does occassionally), we will invite him out to a nightclub... He should plan for 10 years later as that is how long it may take (no exageration) for a nightlife to appear in Erbil. At the moment, New City (which you all know well by now)seems to be the most happening hotspot! I think I will get offline now as we are off to dinner at a place with live musıc this evening. My next post will be from back in Iraqi Kurdistan. Wave goodbye to Diyarbakır. I will miss the friendly Internet guy who has taught me the intricacies of this foreign keyboard.