In the last three weeks we’ve logged 1300 kilometers in long haul Turkish buses. While it isn’t as luxurious as Argentina’s, the Turkish bus system…
It is Sunday afternoon and it seems as if every Kurdish and Arab family in a hundred kilometer radius is picnicking and promenading around Urfa’s…
Your night bus from Ankara arrives in far southeastern Anatolia earlier than you expected. It is mid-morning when you climb out into the light of…
For a westerner looking at Ataturk’s chiseled, grey-toned, stoic face—almost always near a red crescent and star—it’s easy to roll him into a dismissive mental…
We came to Konya to be near Rumi. Near in any sense. Just near. Near is good. Might our poetry improve? Our philosophy? Our humanity?…
Welcome to Konya, spiritual home of The Order of the Mevlevi, a Sufi form of Islamic philosophy and mysticism founded after the passing of poet…
Arriving in arid Cappadocia, fresh off a forty-five minute boat ride from Greece and a sixteen-hour bus ride from the Turkish Mediterranean, the change in…
Cappadocia is a glorious intertwine of geology and human need. The need? Shelter. The geology? Tuff: compressed volcanic ash. As a rock, it doesn’t live…
You sit in the Bodrum bus station making Turkish flashcards and keeping an eye on the luggage as the Greek passenger ferry that brought you here…
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