Ah, summer in Istanbul, where the Bosphorus glistens, the call to prayer echoes across minarets, and an enormous blob of mucus slowly strangles the coastline like something out of a low-budget aquatic horror film.
Yes, folks, Istanbul is at war. Not with geopolitical forces or traffic congestion (though those remain undefeated), but with an enemy far gooier and far grosser, sea snot.
Let’s just pause for a moment to appreciate that name. Sea snot. It sounds like a Nickelodeon show rejected for...