Turkey, days 11 and 12

As Tuesday was mostly devoted to recovering from the Ephesus adventure, please don't be offended if I don't share every sordid detail of my day with you, dear readers. We did walk around Nişantaşı a bit, which is a nice area, and and my grandma and I had lunch with a friend of my hers. Then I spent a few hours alternately playing Oregon Trail on my phone and reading while politely banished to a back room so they could talk about old times without me sitting there with a glazed look on my face. It was very culturally enriching. And I shot a lot of bears and made it to Oregon, only losing one family member along the way. So it was sort of a perfect afternoon off.

Wednesday was also a bit slow, but it was a nice last day. We took a boat trip up and down the Bosporus, and hung out with this guy for a few minutes while waiting for the boat.

His name is Fuzuli. According to the internet, he was a pretty great poet, and wrote in three languages! And that is all I can say about him. Anyway, his statue is pretty impressive.

Yesterday I left Turkey, which I have somewhat mixed feelings about (though I'm mostly happy to be back in a city that sort of kind of feels like home). I hope to unpack those feelings, and share some thoughts about this travel in general, in a later post. So bear with me.