Falcon Derailleurs

Before I got into teaching, I worked in a bike shop. It’s usually my job in-between teaching jobs as well. When I get fed up with a place or with the idea of teaching ESL in general, it’s nice to do a stint in the bike shop. I like working on bikes. There’s something that’s […]

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Sunday

I went for a stroll the other day. By the mid afternoon all I’d managed to do was drink coffee and read. I don’t like weekends when I don’t manage to go anywhere and just sit and read in my room, so I decided to go for a stroll. I needed to go to a […]

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Edirne Escape

I’m in Edirne for another weekend. Over the past few weeks I’ve covered a few lessons for another teacher, so he paid me back by covering my Friday lessons and I took off for a long weekend away. I came to Istanbul in early September. In early October I came to Edirne with my dad, […]

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Amusing myself

I teach in a private university, so the students come from wealthy, very privileged backgrounds for the most part. They don’t want to be in their English classes, and usually don’t pay attention to anything other than their iPhones. I never thought that coming to teach in a university, the biggest problem I’d face would […]

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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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