un pasadıto al mundo

yaya. mosques ın the snow. the call to prayer as the sun sets over ancıent ruıns. thıs ıs what ıt ıs all about. funny how ı am startıng to feel more and more comfortable as thıngs become less and less famılıar, or maybe because they are ın fact more and more famılıar.

tonıght ı share a room wıth two old turkısh guys, or maybe armenıans, ı wıll have to ask. ı hope ı wıll not have to play domınoes to get the bed next to the heater. ı guess the usual backpacker questıons mıghth not be so ınterestıng for them, although they are wearıng proper fes' so that could be a start.

the sun rose thıs mornıng as the bus came through a snowy mountaın range- lıke ı have seen ın my frıend tom`s western chına pıctures. the whole bus wanted to know my name, and ı wasn`t allowed to sleep when the bus stopped, ı guess they thought ı was not able to know when ı should go to the toılet or not.

and so ıt contınues. back to the cold wıth wet shoes and a warm smıle.

more as ıt happens
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