A Liability-Filled Walk in the Park

Last Sunday, Tim and I went for a walk in the park (by the way, it's official name is Dikmen Park). We decided to walk down to the part that is under construction. They are extending the park by another couple miles. There is another area for concerts, landscaped hills, and a whole slew of other things that we have yet to figure out what they are. As I am, Turks are sometimes project starters, but not finishers. There is a strange, sort of illogical order to the construction. Eventually, it will probably all be finished and be fine, but for now it is a strange mishmash. Even after the construction is officially complete, it won't be uncommon to find metal poles, large, deep holes in the sidewalk, and other liabilities on the route.
The other day, we were walking on a finished sidewalk in a neighborhood, when I looked down and yelled "hole!" There was a huge hole smack-dab in the middle of the sidewalk. Had we stepped in it, it would have been very bad. When we go to the mall, I know to look for metal poles sticking up out of the sidewalk. Someone forgot to take care of those along the way. I guess it was more important to think about putting in the Burger King and Popeye's into the Food Court. Details, details.
But back to our walk in the park...Once we came to the point in the park where we could go no further, we saw a huge set of stairs that led up further than we could see. One of us, who shall remain nameless, said "Hey. Let's get out of the park that way instead of walking all the way back." Another of us, who also shall remain nameless, said, "Does it bother you at all that you can't see where those steps end or where they lead to. Does it bother you that we have to scramble up a hill just to get to the base of the stairs?" Apparently this didn't bother Tim because before I knew it, he had already scrambled up to the base of the stairs and I was looking at his outstretched hand reaching for mine. So, we start walking up the stairs...the many, many stairs. All along the way, we're avoiding nails and metal wires sticking out the sides of the stair walls. I'm also hoping our tetanus shots are up to date.
We finally reached the end of the stairs. The problem was, that we were still a good ways from the top and it looked like there was no way out. Then we heard yelling above us. A Turkish guard on the bridge was yelling at us. I thought for sure we were in trouble and then I remembered that this is Turkey! There is nothing wrong with walking in a fairly unsafe construction area on unfinished stairs! The guard was just motioning us to go around to the left. We did. Then he motioned for us to climb up the hill. He yelled, "lavash, lavash," meaning "slowly." Slowly was right because it was a bit like rock climbing and a little precarious. We finally made it to the top, with the Turkish guard nodding approvingly and smiling. At that point, we were able to walk back to our apartment and peer far below, down to where we had come from.