The Expat Recovery Room
Category: TRAVEL
Lying on a humidity-soaked bed near Galata Tower, hacking up the contents of my lungs grown by the ever-spreading ceiling mold and picking at a red line of bedbug bites on my ankles and wrists with a curved Uzbek knife, I finally resolved to change direction.
By Mike Dunphy, Contributor
Writer, Editor, Teacher, 2012-10-10