Category Archives: Turkey

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

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

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