Coming to Turkey ( The Middle_East... )

So the ride out of Sofia, Bulgaria was another example of Benito getting his ass handed to him. Well, he boarded the bus and that was all well and good. The Bulgarians like to cram as many people on a bus as possible, but that's another story! In any case, Benito was going along, just minding his own biz, when all of a sudden who should appear but Benito's arch-nemesis, Gospel. Or rather it was a figment of his imagination! But in any case, that was back at the monastery. Now Benito was at the train station, waiting for his freight train. But in any case, that was how it happened. So they did a little dance and Benito figured out that he needed to take a bus at 5 o'clock, but not right away for he still had many demons to face before leaving that country. What. You have never been to the monastery at the foot of the mountain before?? Well. That is all well and good. Very good luck to you and yours! So Benito continued along. He was very glad to be out of the picture at that moment. He was taken to that hallowed place, the most important contribution by Bulgaria to medieval art... Very well. So he saw this sacred place and that was all well and good. He even had a tour of it, and what a tour it was, encompassing everything in that little old church. So what can we say. It was worth it. But to go across town by cab... hmmmm. Questionable: well, at least Benito was alright. The cabby offered Benito some smokes which was a sign that he was getting ripped off in the process. Oh, well. That was all well and good. But what Benito couldn't figure out was how in the world he would find the right bus! Well, the cabby negotiated for Benito to find the right one, then escorted him to the bus stop where he facilitated in the transferral of funds from one to another into Turkish lira. Well, that was all well and good. So, what can we say therefore. Not too much, unfortunately. Very well. More on that later.

Benito found his way onto the right bus in the end, which was the important thing. Well, what can be said about that? For they travelled all day and all night to finally reach Istanbul. And that was all well and good. But what Benito really wanted to know was how to work his ancient camera. Ok, he thought, that is good. For Benito found a friend in this janissary who was born in Bulgaria, but now living in Turkey. And that is how the Turkish cookie crumbles! So much for the exteriors... This jane assısted Benito in getting across the border most especially and that was all well and good. Well, from Benito's standpoint, he had gotten away with a lot. For he had smuggled Cuban cigars across the border. Haha. Well. that's not all. He also had some rakkia which another person had gotten stopped for. He had felt trapped for he had had no time to hide his contraband very effectively. So they were coming in from either side, and that was something. Then they pounced and asked, 'Is this your stuff?' To which Benito replied, 'Well. yes!' Then they left, apparently Benito did not look suspicious by any stretch of the imagination. It had been a comfortable ride and then the lady opened the door to the bus station and said: 'Welcome to Turkey!' and that was that.