Tag: travel narrative

When we got off the bus at Rome’s Termini Stazion, the first thing we saw was an Istanbul Kebab Shop. My girlfriend Ozge laughed at...

You can read Part 1 here. It was around three or four in the morning before we reached the border, where all the fun began....

An evening on the oat sodas on Kadıköy’s infamous bar street brought an idea into my friend’s head: we should head to Bulgaria. Whilst...