If one had but a single glance upon the world, one should gaze on Istanbul.
What could I possibly write about this city that hasn’t already been said? I’m not even going to try. A fool’s errand. At 14 odd million, Istanbul is the 5th largest city in the world, and it’s absolutely incredible. It teems with life, it buzzes, it grabs you up and doesn’t let you go until you’re huffing water pipes, dancing on rooftops, and whirling with Dervishes. It’s literally dizzying.
The food is incredible. The passion electric. The men relentless. Watch out for your dates boys. During heady dances touching the skies, it’s almost as if someone shouts “the tourists are here; cue the fireworks!”
But hey, you’ve heard all this before, and you’re all going to go eventually so I’m not going to wax lyrical for paragraphs and give you history you can get from Wikipedia. Suffice to say that enticing company, new-found friends and that “not-in-Kansas-anymore” feeling has done wonders for my recently flagging wanderlust.
Incidentally I’m trying to grow a beard. I’ve attempted one before, but I never made it past the itchy stage. But one such roof-top conversation from a friend has encouraged me to press on. However I’m alarmed at the sheer amount of ginger. I suppose I should embrace it. I can always get one of these Turkish barber types to carve me a new face.
Enjoy the pictures. They didn’t turn out quite as I’d always dreamed considering the trials and tribulations it took to get them. I was attempting some arty fisherman/seagull shit; but most of it came out as pretentious bollocks. I’m blaming my camera.
Onwards to I know not where! But Turkey is going to be a wild ride.
Istanbul
What could I possibly write about this city that hasn’t already been said? I’m not even going to try. A fool’s errand. At 14 odd million, Istanbul is the 5th largest city in the world, and it’s absolutely incredible. It teems with life, it buzzes, it grabs you up and doesn’t let you go until you’re huffing water pipes, dancing on rooftops, and whirling with Dervishes. It’s literally dizzying.
The food is incredible. The passion electric. The men relentless. Watch out for your dates boys. During heady dances touching the skies, it’s almost as if someone shouts “the tourists are here; cue the fireworks!”
But hey, you’ve heard all this before, and you’re all going to go eventually so I’m not going to wax lyrical for paragraphs and give you history you can get from Wikipedia. Suffice to say that enticing company, new-found friends and that “not-in-Kansas-anymore” feeling has done wonders for my recently flagging wanderlust.
Incidentally I’m trying to grow a beard. I’ve attempted one before, but I never made it past the itchy stage. But one such roof-top conversation from a friend has encouraged me to press on. However I’m alarmed at the sheer amount of ginger. I suppose I should embrace it. I can always get one of these Turkish barber types to carve me a new face.
Enjoy the pictures. They didn’t turn out quite as I’d always dreamed considering the trials and tribulations it took to get them. I was attempting some arty fisherman/seagull shit; but most of it came out as pretentious bollocks. I’m blaming my camera.
Onwards to I know not where! But Turkey is going to be a wild ride.