I didn’t leave the hostel once today. The day was much the same as yesterday, complete with another amazing lunch courtesy of the hostel. This time it consisted of fresh bread, salad and some very delicious home-made ‘things’ that I can’t remember the name of. It was a rice-based mixture stuffed inside an outer layer of an onion or wrapped in what might have been cabbage leaves. Kind of like dolmades. I was told they are a traditional Kurdish food. I made more friends today when university mates of the two guys working here came around. These poor students are desperate to have native speakers to talk to, but so far I have been the only one at the hostel while I’ve been here. I was invited to stay at the home of one of the guys and I will move in tomorrow. This is good for me as it will save me money, and it is good for the guy as, being a student of English, he will a unique chance to practise the language. Having come from Iran, it’s easy to compare Turkish people with Iranians. So far I have found them to be just as friendly, but more reserved. Whereas Iranians will completely open up to you without any effort on your part, Turkish people seem more likely to wait for you to make a move or show interest first.
|Accommodation||$ Backpacker hostel|
|Distance ridden today||0km|
|Total distance ridden||24,662|