July 10, 2011
This is part of the Summer Camp Stories series: When you stumble into a hostel kitchen for breakfast you can almost always pick the Australians. They’re the ones spreading their bread with a black goop which looks almost passable as a cheap relative of Nutella. But then the smell fills your nostrils. A bitter, yeasty smell and you realise that no, it’s not Nutella (which you were going to ask to borrow) it’s Vegemite.
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July 4, 2011
“Does my tongue looks blue to you?”
I stopped licking and displayed my tongue to Irem making the noises such as when a Doctor places a popstick on your tongue to check your tonsils. She laughed.
It’s not the typical question you ask a Turkish girl you met two-weeks ago when sitting on the lawn with about 400-kids wearing red, white & blue, cheering with excitement or screaming at the loud noise, but in that moment all I really wanted to know if I could start acting like a blue-tongued lizard and poke my tongue out at unsuspecting bystanders (aka – campers!)
It my was first ever Fourth of July. Well, actually it was my 21st Fourth of July but my first American Fourth of July and it was kind of a big deal (to me and the kids at camp at the very least!)
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