Trip Start Oct 30, 2005
59Trip End Jun 19, 2006
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It's like stepping back in time arriving here. As I stepped off the bus, I had to turn around to make sure I hadn't just arrived in a DeLorian, and a quick passport check reassured me that my name wasn't Marty McFly. After the vivacity of Istanbul, a couple of back-water days sounded very appealing, and Skye and I settled in nicely.
Like anywhere in Turkey though, it wasn't entirely out of the way. Walking down the street, the remarkable ability of the Turks to pick your nationality again amazed me, as a proud "Kia ora bro!" rang out across the quiet way. Turning around, a long-haired pottery artist was beckoning me over to inspect his wares. "Yeni Zelanda good!" he beamed, exhaling a massive cloud of smoke, a dog-end gripped in the corner of his mouth.