Tag Archive: photography

Leaving Israel, passing through the future, and arriving in Sri Lanka.

It was difficult to leave Israel with a good taste in my mouth.   Trains and buses were sleeping due to a holiday, and the hostel told us it was a flat fare… Continue reading

Mardin, children among the decay of civilization(s)

I need a little more time to know for sure how I feel about Jerusalem, so I’m going to catch up on a place that definitely deserves more attention than I’ve given it.… Continue reading

An evening in Tel Aviv, with Elvis, loneliness, protest, and the Beatles.

Tel Aviv is the most unfriendly city of this trip so far, and also where I had the best friendships. Go figure. It’s a place well suited to contradiction, where worshipers of three… Continue reading

Where am I?

Where am I? I asked myself that as I walked through the canyon-like hallways of cyclopean airport that serves this small city. Making a statement? And again as the customary isolation of Turkey… Continue reading

Miracles, misery, and memory on my last night in Turkije.

We live in an age of casual miracles. Yesterday I woke up in Hasankeyf, and went to bed in Diyarbakir. Tonight I will sleep in Istanbul, and tomorrow I will travel to Tel… Continue reading

Two travelgasms and a tragedy. Hasankeyf Part 2.

Either ancient cave houses don’t fascinate Turkish tourists as much as they do me, or they were seriously lacking in endurance, because I quickly left all the other visitors behind as I walked… Continue reading

So nasty. So beautiful. Hasankeyf Part 1

It’s 12:21 AM and I would love to go to sleep, but this hotel room is crawling with bed bugs. I pulled the sheet back on each bed to see if one was… Continue reading

Mardin

Since saying goodbye to K in Istanbul, I have had precisely one time/town where I talked to other tourists to the point of getting their names, which is good because other than that,… Continue reading

Ancient romans, modern riots, and finally, Eastern Turkey

At breakfast in Antalya I pile my plate with fresh French bread, olives, feta, and slices of cucumber and tomato. I go back twice more, balancing the ratios and refilling my cup of… Continue reading

Time to leave the loop.

If Istanbul struck me immediately as awesome, Antalya is just the opposite. Within a few minutes of arriving in the giant bus station I wanted to leave again, and the rest of the… Continue reading