Turkish Finale

(I wrote this on September 18th)

Ever since I left East Turkey I have been slowly making my way back west by train and by thumb, just like Sal Paradise. Wild and free and light. I am restless along the Black Sea and stop in the tiny Ottoman villages for only a night each, never unpacking, seeing how far I can get in a day on the narrow, windy Kaçkar Mountain roads. I have tons of energy right now for some reason. When I get to Safronbolu, a tiny Ottoman village where I can catch a bus back to İstanbul, I am so used to speaking broken Turkish and using hand guestures to communicate that I forget most villagers can speak English (Safronbolu is a UNESCO World Heritage Site and is therefore a bit touristy), in İstanbul, people respong to my Turkish in English. West Turkey culture shock! The Black Sea coast has been beautiful- exciting, dark and moody, unlike the tranquil, blissful Mediterranean coast. Wild fig, date and walnut trees blossom everywhere between well world white washed Ottoman homes and local seaman catch fish to add to the locally grown produce for a delicious Ramadan feast. A perfect Turkish finale before I fly to Morocco and West Africa tomorrow.

On my last night in Turkey I was wandering down the street and saw a little basement den with a wooden door slightly propped open. I was curious and stuck my head in and found a chef and cooks feasting on a delicious meal they had prepared for the fancy guests at the fancy hotel upstairs. They ushered me in and began dishing out huge portions of the most delicious pepper, eggplant, lamb, salad bonanza I had in Turkey.

On my last night in Turkey I was wandering down the street and saw a little basement den with a wooden door slightly propped open. I was curious and stuck my head in and found a chef and cooks feasting on a delicious meal they had prepared for the fancy guests at the fancy hotel upstairs. They ushered me in and began dishing out huge portions of the most delicious pepper, eggplant, lamb, salad bonanza I had in Turkey.

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~ by ceciliabien on September 23, 2009.

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