aisling's last hurrah

am i too anal?!?

i know i'm a bit of a neat freak. my roommate readily admits she is not. i really like my roommate, but this cleanliness issue has caused some problems. for example, i'm grossed out when i take a glass out of the cupboard and there is still lip gloss on it. or when i take a fork out of the drawer and there are bits of food stuck to it. kinda gross, non? dirty dishes in the cupboard make me shake my head and force me to wash more than my fair share of dishes, but dirty bathrooms are another issue. when the bathroom in my own home, in which i am supposed to wash myself, is dirty, i can't handle it.
this is the story of thursday night:
my roommate had plans to go out. she was in the middle of her two hour long get ready session in the bathroom when i left to go watch a movie. when i came home a few hours later, i was faced - and not for the first time - with the aftermath of her marathon get ready session. it was disgusting. DISGUSTING. see pictures 1 and 2. that's our shower. our shower! where you're supposed to get clean and feel refreshed after stepping out!
thing is, it's not the first time it has looked like this. the last time was the night i got home from that nightmare of a vacation in turkey. i had been up for over 20 hours, and that after a week of feeling like i was dying and being too tired to walk any further than to the bathroom. not exactly in top form. i almost cried when i arrived at my front door, thinking the nightmare was over and things would be better at home. then i think i did cry when i walked into the bathroom and realised it was filthier than the hostel bathroom shared by like 200 girls. it looked just like the pics from thursday night. i cleaned the shower the second i saw it because i couldn't imagine leaving it the way it was.
but i am not my roommates mother or housekeeper. and on thursday, i was too mad to clean up after her again. so i left her a note saying she had to clean the shower. it wasn't a long, nasty note or anything. i simply said (it was definitely not a request and i didn't say please) she had to clean the shower because i didn't want to clean up after other people.
picture 3 is what i woke up to the next morning. i'm sorry, who on earth would call that clean?!? slightly less repulsive than it was the night before, but if you hadn't seen it the night before and walked into a shower looking like that, would you consider that clean? or would you still want to throw up? i think the neat freak in me is going to throw a violent temper tantrum if faced with a scene like this again.

kellers and canadians

some peg city kids visit, so natuerlich some dutch blitz was played and kellers visited

spezi round I

spezi round II

multicultural good times: irish, german, cdn

i <3 winnipeggers

studenttunes

the lovely ms doughan is visiting bamberg, and such a visit just wouldn't be complete without at least one dj cri party. this time it was studenttunes with ze germans. a little vorgluehen at philipp's and eventually the realisation that the rain just won't stop, so umbrella-less we walk to morph club. upon our arrival, aisling wasted no time requesting the song she'd been singing the whole way there - you guessed it: umbrella. good times had by all.

aww, so sad to leave the party...

silvia!!!

ganz spontan ist silvia nach bamberg gekommen, so a visit to the wilde rose keller for a little brotzeit was in order. a lovely visit with my favourite swiss miss.

she was feeling just a litte shy...

silvia & katharina

worst morning ever

turkish locals hounding tourists to come into their shops and restaurants instantly brought me back to my days in the middle east. i'm pretty good at ignoring all of that, but by the last morning i was getting a wee bit sick of it all. in case any of you ever thought i was a morning person, here's a little story about what i'm like before my morning coffee:
i pretty much like to be left alone for about an hour after i wake up. don't talk to me, don't ask me questions, don't tell me any stories, and please don't tell me any bad news. i will snap at you and probably be incredibly unsympathetic. wait an hour, let me drink a latte, and i'm much less bear and much more person.
so, on the morning shawn and i were meant to fly from istanbul to olympos, the man at hostel informs me mere minutes after waking up that the airport shuttle decided it wouldn't be running on this particular day. pretty annoying. i ask him how we're supposed to get to the airport and he tells me there are no other options for getting to the airport. um, what? NO other options?! right, just one shuttle that, if the driver feels like working that day, takes tourists to the airport?! i refused to believe that and stood there telling him there had to be other options. and i wasn't exactly telling him nicely since he decided to tell me this before my hour of leave me alone time and coffee. hostel man insisted, no, no other options. that went on for like 5 minutes - all the while shawn was awkwardly standing next to me quiet as a mouse, not sure how to handle the ang + morning + bad news combo. after a while, he eventually told me about the bus that runs to the airport. silly me would have considered that another option, but what do i know?!
so i'm already annoyed, still coffee-less, and then we're told we would have to buy new tickets from olympos to istanbul for our return flight! apparently we were flying into some out in the middle of nowhere airport and if we didn't buy new tickets, we would miss our connection back to germany. more bad news. still no coffee.
i cannot deal with this problem until i get some latte-therapy, so molly, shawn and i decide to hit up starbucks. off we go and we're about half way there when some guy stands right in front of me (yes, while i was trying to WALK) and repeatedly asks shawn "which one is your girlfriend? which one is your girlfriend?" ok, i'm trying to walk. i have had a bad, bad morning, i'm sick of people hounding tourists, and i'm especially not happy about some jerk and his annoying comments standing in way of the beeline i'm making towards starbucks. unhappy and growing more annoyed by the millisecond, i ignore him. he doesn't stop with his questions. he continues to try and block my way, getting in my face with his stupid question. i could handle no more. i am not a violent person and i rarely tell someone to shut up. but this was just too much for one morning. on this particular morning at this particular time i pushed a perfect stranger in the street and hold him to shut up. i still can't believe i did that.
but this guy just could not leave it alone. he then proceeds to follow us, yelling some warning or who knows what after me that i can get married 5 times and i will always be unhappy. he seriously followed us for like 200 metres, all the while yelling at me - a perfect stranger - that i can get married 5 times and will always be unhappy! simply because someone finally made it clear to him how stinking annoying he is! clearly he didn't hear me when i told him to shut up.
it was a triple espresso venti latte that morning.

turkey

turkey started off like any other adventure: trains, airports, foreign sights and sounds etc. turkey turned into the kind of vacation you never want to have: visits to non-english speaking doctors, hospitals, stomach virus, food poisoning...you get the idea. not good.
but before it all went wrong, molly, tara, shawn and i did a little exploring, shopping, and turkish bathing in istanbul! in typical tourist style, we visited the grand bazaar, blue mosque, hagia sophia etc. also had a lovely evening with fellow peg city girl, leah, and her history loving boyfriend, ovunc.
i spent 5 out of our 6 days at the beach feeling like death in bed, so not too many pics of olympos. i'm posting almost every picture i took in turkey.

some ruins near the beach at olympos

slideshow

the amis and aussies party.
3 representatives from each country, 2 bottles of wine, and 2 bottles of vodka.
and i was the one puking all night. it's not right.

by the last day in olympos i had enough energy to change out of my pjs. then i walked to a couch where i could sit like this until i was too tired to do even that and went back to bed.

our tree house accommodation in olympos