Train Thoughts

I’ve become obsessed with slow local travel (when I can bear it) on this trip- I love seeing all the random, remote places in between.

I took the train from Kars all the way into the Northeast to the middle of Turkey- a 24 hour journey that is only 10 hours by bus. Not even locals take the train (the bus system is unbelievably efficient here) and I was alone on the train for most of the journey. I kind of felt like a pioneer going out west in Old America, rolling through the Kurdish heartland looking out to locals living the same way they did 100 years ago, nature basking and roasting under the golden sunlight.

View from my train window. Of course they emblazon the Turkish flag onto it so I remember where I am.

View from my train window. Of course they emblazon the Turkish flag onto it so I remember where I am.

Sometimes I feel like too much is happening. A week goes by and I have a bajillion stories already from the experiences I have and the ranges of people I meet. I fly home in a little more than two months, and though that seems not so far away after being on the road for so long, I can’t begin to  imagine the adventures and stories I will have between now and then.

Some days, especially long ones in transit, my mind becomes a tornato of ideas; how I want to live, what to do when I get back, how to find fulfillment while being practical. And then my head feels like it is going to explode as my heart is set aflutter, excited to be alive in this great big world. But I have to sit and sit until the long bus/boat/car/train ride is over.

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~ by ceciliabien on September 11, 2009.

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