Hunched up shoulders, I kept on being knocked into. "Holy Jesus, who were these Animals?" Everybody was pushing. Errrrr. I was sweating. Beads of water, that ill saline that dribbles off your head. I had a chill on my back, water on my spine. I was deep down in a funky rhythm of Nausea, surrounded by a god damn, mass of people. The bats where all over me. Vipers trying to nip my heel. The creeps were shouting at me for business. Or others were trying to take part in it. I hate the Grand Bazzar. Its the biggest Bazzar in the world, you have to see it to believe it. Some people love it, I cant imagine who, its a hive. Hell on Earth. Get out. Escape. Its escape or suicide. The only thing worse would be a bad trip on acid. I got lost in it too. Stuck somewhere in the leather section, a tannery of fake handbags that act for some like a sirens call. I escaped, but the labyrinth of lamps and the maze of tat sucked me back in, I also got ruined in the Ray ban section but stumbled my way into some plates and head scarves.
"Hello Sir".
Jesus I was being talked to.
Fuck I was panicking.
I headed for fresh air, I really could see the light at the tunnel. I ran into the person in front of me. He had suddenly stopped, the god damn Bat was taking a photo of a sign. The Coco-roache. I pushed past him and ruined his photo. He chriped at me, but I couldn't understand what the insect said. Errrr man, it was all bad Karma. I was in an ants nest; breaking out the termite mound. I stumbled down the hill, breathing heavy. I ran into a shop and got a coffee, lit up a Cheroot, the panic was subsiding, my pulse falling. I think I had lost those vipers in the crowd, but I was lost in Istanbul. I asked a man how to get back to the grand bazzaa, I had come so far I was about twenty minutes away. That place was awful. I walked all the way around it a tremendous loop. It was Fear and Loathing in foreign places. I brought a G&T for a calm down. Im never going there again.
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