After 3 weeks in the Turkish outback it is nice to be home again. Arriving just in time for Seker Bayram it was…as my kids say, “Sa-Weeet!”
We rolled into Istanbul and cold weather, cold showers, and the boilers down in our site. After our time trekking around (not up or over) Ararat and south to Van following several families of shepherds moving their flocks to lower pastures…it was good to see the City again and was soothing to our battered bodies and senses.
To hear the horns, the screech of tires, the touts, the Azan coming for several directions, and the roar of the Iftar cannons was music to our ears.
Long Way From Home
I love the Turkish/Iranian border regions; Mt. Ararat, the beginning of the Central Asia Steppe, Dogubeyazit and Kars, the forgotten villages clinging to the sides of the mountains, and the people of Eastern Turkey… But this City of Istanbul, the “City of the World’s Desire” holds a special place on our hearts. It is home to our crew of four, and its nice to be back.