Istanbul Day Eight
New Year’s Eve. Today we are off to a small city on The Black Sea to celebrate. For at least some of the last few years, the family has traveled to this same hotel for their annual NYE party. Room, Music, Dancing, all you can drink and eat. What’s not to love. The drive zips by and we check in. After we settle into our rooms, Jake and I decide to hit the pool table, hungry for the taste of green felt and to do something American. To our dismay, we were greeted by a billiards table. This pocketless freak taunted us in our mission to drink beer and make sport. The typical Turkish game is three rail billiards. It is played with three balls, one cue and two objet balls. The goal is to score points. You score a point by hitting your ball and your opponent’s ball with the cue ball. Before the cue ball hits your opponent’s object ball, it must hit three rails. In short, this game is impossible and we promptly gave up on it. Soon enough it was time for dinner. The energy was something in ...