Wi-Fi and a Scary Ride

June 22

I started out my morning with a jump roping routine followed by hearty oatmeal. Right at 8 I went to Gul Abla’s office with Joe and a Rola, a new trainee. She is in Eskisehir for two days to learn more about nematology. We began with a tour at the pathology lab. Though it was mainly meant for Rola, hearing everything a second time definitely helped me understand a lot more.

Currently the pathology lab I am working in is looking into three different plant disease:

-Cereal Cyst Nematodes

-Root Lesion Nematodes

– Fusarium Culmorum (The fungus that causes Crown Rot disease)

The steps in this process:

  1. Allow the seeds to germinate
  2. Plant them in small tubes
  3. Inoculate the plants
  4. After the plants have grown for a few months, wash the soil samples
  5. For Cereal Cyst Nematodes, pick out the cysts and quantify them
  6. Repeat procedures to test how tolerant or resistant a plant is

Variations of this basic procedure are used for each of the soil borne pathogens

After the tour, Joe and I went to the green house where we continued to harvest wheat.

Throughout the day we continued to meet individuals from nearby labs and it was pleasantly surprising to see how genuinely welcoming they were. They would check up on us every-so-often, making sure we took breaks to rehydrate after being in the scorching sun. As a few men from lab got to know us better, they asked if we had seen much of Eskisehir. Learning that we had only been to a few select locations, they offered to take us out this weekend and show us more of the city. We gladly agreed.

At 5, Joe and I went to the city center again to get Wi-Fi. By some incredible luck, the very first store we went into sold the Wi-Fi hotspot we were looking for and the man working there spoke some English. It took a little longer than expected but both Joe and I walked out of there with our respective hotspots. Deciding this was a success, we walked along the river-front to find a restaurant for dinner. We came across a particular restaurant that was perfect. For $5 dollars, I got a delicious meal of rice, beans, and yogurt. Though it may sound quite rudimentary, the meal was truly fantastic. After strolling next to the river for a little bit, we finally headed back.


By the time we reached the bus station, it was 8:30 and just beginning to get dark out. 10 minutes later we realized that the last bus going to the institute had left an hour ago. This forced us to find a cab. After a fair deal of walking around the city, we found an empty cab. After 20 minutes of driving through small streets, the cab driver stopped at a cab hub and asked another man for directions. At this point we thought he had figured it out, but again we went back to small alleyways and backstreets that just made it seem like we were going nowhere. This is when I began remembering all the horror stories about girls getting kidnapped and the whole nine-yards. Before my thoughts got too far away, we got onto the highway and finally turned onto the long road that would eventually lead to the institute. After what seemed like an eternity, we arrived at the institute. Joe and I quickly thanked the driver, got out of the car, and promised each other that we would make sure to catch the minibus next time.

When I came back to the guest house, my laptop automatically accessed Wi-Fi for the first time. This wasn’t because of the hotspot but rather because of a setting Gul Abla had changed on my laptop earlier today. So maybe I don’t need this hotspot after all. However, if I ever get caught in a situation like the taxi today, a hotspot could become incredibly handy!


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