tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4406953656811806094.post890723108902334334..comments2015-09-22T02:14:24.100-07:00Comments on Watercolour Istanbul: From Beauty to the BalrogEwen MacDonald watercolouristanbulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07609062270629370633noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4406953656811806094.post-57348390764871655122011-10-24T10:37:00.038-07:002011-10-24T10:37:00.038-07:00Well I feel really pleased with myself for negotia...Well I feel really pleased with myself for negotiating the Turkish M.O.T. system in an hour and a half... I feel like I can hold my head up high in the presence of the local populace, feels like a rite of passage!Ewen MacDonald watercolouristanbulhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07609062270629370633noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4406953656811806094.post-34008966104649495232011-10-24T08:55:13.907-07:002011-10-24T08:55:13.907-07:00I feel uncomfortable with both 'ex-pat' an...I feel uncomfortable with both 'ex-pat' and 'economic migrant' - for different reasons, sure, but here in France I guess I could be labelled as either. Defining these terms and then selecting which box to drop me in, I leave to others. And yes, I agree, the absorbing of local culture, or 'enculturation', is a slow process of getting 'stuck in' and 'our hands dirty' - in Bronislaw Malinowski's words. I like doing that!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com