A travel photo of Istanbul, Turkey.
With food and culture making up such a large part of Kristin Larson’s blog, she could have picked few better places to write than From the Seven Hills of Istanbul.
The Christmas dinner plates have been cleared away, the crackers pulled and pudding soaked in brandy and set alight. On Boxing Day the left overs were consumed but if you haven’t had enough of Turkey yet here are some more pictures for your festive delight:
If it is going to be cold, let it snow I say. At least the place will be pretty. This works well enough in average English new towns but in Istanbul the effect is to add a magnitude of drama to an already dramatic city.
It has been a while since we were last on the road. Unlike some digital nomads we only travel part time but, then - despite the impression sometimes given - so do the majority of people who make their living with a laptop and an internet connection. Most long term travellers quickly learn they have the freedom of time as well as geography and sooner or later will stop somewhere and stick around for a while.
A travel photo of the Aya Sofya in Istanbul, Turkey.
For many travellers in the late 1960s and early 1970s the journey east really began in Istanbul. Though the hippy trail may have begun in a New York bucket or cross Channel ferry and ended in several places on the sub-continent, such as Kathmandu or Kabul, the route’s choke point was Istanbul.