Istanbul 2015
Here are a batch from my yearly trip to Istanbul this January. I’d never been in Istanbul in January before. I had the snow, rain and sunshine. Everybody I love is alive and well. The city is increasingly urbanised, not
Istanbul 2015
Here are a batch from my yearly trip to Istanbul this January. I’d never been in Istanbul in January before. I had the snow, rain and sunshine. Everybody I love is alive and well. The city is increasingly urbanised, not
Istanbul 2014
Found, edited and posted a year after, Istanbul as I saw it in March 2014.
Bosporus boatspotting
And now the bells of closure propagate their gloomy toll of doom through confused bandwiths of zeros and ones. The summer is gone but in memories bound to fade, Turkey no longer unrolls before me, But slowly shrinks in the
Bosporus boatspotting
And now the bells of closure propagate their gloomy toll of doom through confused bandwiths of zeros and ones. The summer is gone but in memories bound to fade, Turkey no longer unrolls before me, But slowly shrinks in the
Ereğli
In the third week of August, I was back in Istanbul, slowly unrolling the film of a hyperactive fortnight spent volunteering in a youth camp, alternating nights out and round the clock sleeping, when something came up. Eliška kept in
Yenişakran
Breaking away from the East West Camp for some salutary moments of solitude walking to the end of the land.
Yenişakran
Breaking away from the East West Camp for some salutary moments of solitude walking to the end of the land.
Bursa
After a good night’s sleep (the best in over two weeks) and a hearty breakfast, we leave our friends and the campus behind to visit the old city of Bursa. A bit of time to soak in the city’s atmosphere
The Great Hitch Hike
So, writing from the big city, back in one piece, tired and happy, this is a story that starts in the minibus to Bergama. I was thinking of travelling in August. Two weeks left in Turkey to roam around once
The Great Hitch Hike
So, writing from the big city, back in one piece, tired and happy, this is a story that starts in the minibus to Bergama. I was thinking of travelling in August. Two weeks left in Turkey to roam around once
The East – Part 5: Children
In the East of Turkey, maybe more than anywhere else, children are spontaneous, outgoing, energetic, curious and happy to meet strangers. It’s a warm welcome that’s overwhelming, lots of fun, and always memorable. I prize these moments where I find
The East – Part 5: Children
In the East of Turkey, maybe more than anywhere else, children are spontaneous, outgoing, energetic, curious and happy to meet strangers. It’s a warm welcome that’s overwhelming, lots of fun, and always memorable. I prize these moments where I find
The East – Part 4: Mardin & Diyarbakır
The old city of Mardin is perched on a hill that overlooks the south towards the Syrian border. A commanding view that followed us as we roamed through the streets, up until very late at night, when we settled at
The East – Part 4: Mardin & Diyarbakır
The old city of Mardin is perched on a hill that overlooks the south towards the Syrian border. A commanding view that followed us as we roamed through the streets, up until very late at night, when we settled at
The East – Part 3: Hasankeyf
Hasankeyf is going to disappear. Flooded by a massive hydroelectric dam project. Pure madness. The village is not only lavish with architectural marvels but is also the home of many. After going along a pleasant tourist route, a friend and
The East – Part 3: Hasankeyf
Hasankeyf is going to disappear. Flooded by a massive hydroelectric dam project. Pure madness. The village is not only lavish with architectural marvels but is also the home of many. After going along a pleasant tourist route, a friend and
Voluntary Confusion In Istanbul 