The singing guy

Living one street off of Istiklal means that I see all sorts of crazies. There was one lesson in school when we listened to “Imagine,” so I took it upon myself to teach the students about hippies and idealistic silly people. I had great fun with this. Where do hippies live in Istanbul? Taksim!What kind […]

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Birds

It was Friday and I needed spices. Next week I’m planning on hosting a Christmas party for the other English teachers in my flat and will make the Howard family mulled wine recipe. I’ve been searching Istanbul for the various ingredients. Finding any red wine that wasn’t dry was difficult. Next up I needed to […]

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Konya

I’ve been dabbling in reading Rumi for the past year or so. In my time here in Istanbul, I’d like to travel to different parts of the country, so a journey to Konya, where Rumi lived and is buried, made sense. I learned a while ago that every year there is a ten day festival […]

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The internet connection

Anyone who has traveled to a different place loves to share good stories of bureaucratic nonsense. Horror stories of the post office or dealing with the immigration process are always a popular topics for commiseration laughter amongst those in the know. Hungarian friends of mine told me about when they lived in California for a […]

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