Journal - Napló
|Posted on April 19, 2011 at 1:15 AM||comments ()|
Days 50-54. The key word - Ali
We got to Hatay in the early afternoon. Before leaving for the coast, we decided to have a cup of tea in a little coffee house, escaping the blazing Sun. There were no other customers, just the woman managing the place, her sons and friends. With a gesture they invited us over their table so that we eat together. Whereas we were trying the pie, the roasted meat pieces and the mint leaf...Read Full Post »
|Posted on April 13, 2011 at 1:40 AM||comments ()|
Days 49-50. Truck-drive in Turkey
We set out from Istanbul in the morning hours; the setting sun found us in a little town, a few kilometres south from Ankara, the formal capital. Our intention was getting close to the Syrian border, so our board was showing Hatay, name of a town in southern Turkey.
The street lights were already on when we got picked up by Omer and his fiery red truck. Due to its 40-tonne-load, i...Read Full Post »
|Posted on April 10, 2011 at 10:35 PM||comments ()|
The Turkish cultural capital that connects Europe and Asia is home for both the Eastern and the Western worlds. A plate boundary, seemingly without earthquakes.
We arrived from the direction of the Greek border via a hitch-hike to the city that is of enormous magnitude, even when you approach it by car. After the first houses we raced on the highway for ca. 1 h...Read Full Post »
|Posted on December 14, 2009 at 3:35 PM||comments ()|
I was standing at the edge of the road when it began to rain early one morning. I was advancing slowly with only shorter rides, but I didn’t mind. The scenery made me forget about both the rain and the cold.
The fierceness of the landscape was amplified by the dark clouds in the skies. It was a mysterious kind o...Read Full Post »
|Posted on December 7, 2009 at 4:55 PM||comments ()|
I reached the edge of the Turkish border town, Nusaybin relying mostly on my feet to get there. After two truck-rides I was walking on the streets of a small town offering a view of the surrounding hills and fields. I walked over to the other side of a mountain by following a path.
After a brief ride, and a misunderstanding about the meaning of hitch-hiking as a way of travelling, I arrived at the centre...Read Full Post »
|Posted on September 3, 2009 at 7:00 PM||comments ()|
Walking the narrow streets of the Balat district in Istanbul while listening to Marcus Miller and pondering the importance of identity I stopped to savor a scene of kids playing at a dimly lit intersection. I bought some ice cream from the shop on the corner, changed the music and walked back home. I call it home because that's what it felt like. This is thanks to our new friend Ibrahim who we had the privilege of staying with for ten days. It is one thing to wander off from the t...Read Full Post »