This Euro I find myself more than a little interested in Turkey's fortunes and thinking more than a little fondly about that superlatively sweet and kinda-cute receptionist in that Sultanahmet hotel (with the lift that takes you to floor -3) whose name I could never quite catch, but who now knows, thanks to me, the approximate room rentals in Bangalore two years ago and the Muslim demographics in India. The poor dear was still mourning the fact that Turkey had failed to qualify for the Football World Cup that was on then, and diplomatically picked no favourites but was uncharacteristically emphatic that Brazil would not even reach the finals. Too bad he'll never know that the England match we watched on the tiny TV in his tiny lobby was one of the highlights of my holiday and that I'm cheering for Turkey this time!
Woohoo!
Woohoo!
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