slightly sarcastic travelling blog

Category: Turkey

Kilometer 3504: breaking the waves


It’s impossible to set a tent in such a way that the call for prayer from the nearest mosque doesn’t wake you up at sunrise. It’s impossible to run away from – not just buzz, actual scream – of cicadas. Continue reading

Kilometer 3382: Turkish way of sharing a meal

I’m not entirely sure whether the houses which host us fill up with people all of a sudden due to the hazelnut season, for the weekend, because we are there, or they just fill up with people regularly.

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Kilometer 3257: on chatting, touching, singing

People talk to each other. They have vivid conversations on the bus, like old friends. Continue reading

Kilometer 3198: on trust, organic honey and unexpected climate changes

We are overtaking another vehicle in a tunnel while exceeding the speeding limit three times, but the absolute poker face of Ramazan, our driver, has a surprisingly reassuring effect.

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Kilometer 2932: the stunning Cappadoccia aka why I agreed to wake up before dawn


So, well, yes. The Turkish bazaar has finally defeated me. And I fought so long!

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Kilometer 2644: how to quickly gain weight and go bankrupt

I will furnish my home here some day. I have fallen in love with Turkish ceramics and carpets, greatly, passionately and sincerely and vow to remain faithful to them – at least until Iran.


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Kilometer 2397: on Turkish beer and unexpected guests

Midnight. We got to Karabük. The driver sent us off with ice cream cones, so with boosted morale off we went to look for a place to sleep.

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5 songs of Kurdish melancholia

Throughout history, the Kurdish nation has probably experienced every atrocity that a nation can experience throughout history. The pain, the grief and the nostalgia are present in many songs: when people – then with no land, when love – then disappointed.

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Kilometer 1966: the colours of Istanbul


I won’t write about Istanbul, I guess everything has already been written. The city is ridiculously beautiful, the people are ridiculously friendly. If this wasn’t enough, on account of the prodemocratic demonstrations the city transport was free for the whole week and, since we were the only tourists daring enough to enter Turkey during this difficult time, Hagia Sophia and the Blue Mosque welcomed us with a complete lack of queues. The sun setting behind the minarets observed from the Galata bridge is magical.

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Kilometer 650: where hitchhiking works best and why in Turkey


Just a few kilometers out of Budapest we started to experience Turkish hospitality, having been invited into a truck cab graced with abundant artifacts which suggested utmost devotion to one of Istanbul’s football teams. Five shared meals, a dozen sweet, strong cups of çay, one lost pair of shoes and numerous mosquito bites later – we arrived in the land of friendliness and kebab. Continue reading

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