toikey

Goreme, Turkey
welcome my friend. welcome indeed. there is a foot of snow everywhere and my idea of escaping the cold of poland for warmer climates does not seem to have worked. think of me as a goose gone wrong.

the kebab is good, the turkish friendly, but i cannot help wishing i had someone here with me who could ride a bicycle amongst the hills and further east.

night strolls through istanbul led me to the bus station, not before remembering very clearly the statement in the teachers handbook from my first job in the middle east which said 'youll get off the plane and the smell will remind you of that certain something in your local corner store back home that you just can't put your finger on.

other than that its fairy chimneys, cold nights, and apple tea. The bus to Van leaves in an hour.

more as it happens
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