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 Emrah’s place, our couchsurfing host, for a surprising session of folk music. Mardin dresses in a pleasant ochre. Narrow streets and small square houses draw a maze that take us through architectural surprises.

Diyarbakır is a huge city of over a million people. The bus was about to leave from Mardin but we decided to stick a finger up the twelve liras the driver was asking and try to hitch-hike. Luck stroke as a dodgy looking Mercedes van upholstered in leather stopped and took the six of us. Loud disco music and not much talk from the driver, who looked like a pimp and acted like one, but was actually a policeman driving to Diyarbakır to start his shift. Like Mardin, Diyarbakır comes to life in the old city. Beautiful mosques, run down streets, dust, dirt and lively bazaars.


About seboseba

I grew up in Essex, I happen to be French and I love Turkey (the country), especially Istanbul, among other places, for having lived there. I studied European policies and communication, graduating with a MA in both (yep, studying is still almost free in France). I wrote a research dissertation on employee recognition, the origins of virtue and corporate social responsibility. I love photography (hence the blogging), European training courses, forum theatre, jazz, blues, rock music, hiking in the mountains, skiing. If I could choose, I'd be a student all my life, but that doesn't pay much! You might have guessed by now, I'm looking for a job, but communication looks like a dead end these days so maybe I'll watch Midnight Cowboy again and get inspired...:-)

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