Internet from the Upstairs Neighbor
Jamal, my kindhearted host, owns a small pizza parlor and restaurant with an equally amiable relative of his named Hasan. It was Hasan who proclaimed on my first night in İskenderun "that 'Craig' is too hard to pronounce—we're going to call you Ahmed!"
Well, today Hasan really surprised me when instead of watching me walk off to use an Internet café, he sent one of the kids hanging out in the restaurant on an errand up into the apartment complex above the shop.
Down came a long Ethernet cable from some anonymous flat above, fed through the window and over to my laptop. Awesome.
The hospitality of this country is legendary for a reason.