A crumpled pile of Mathieu is sitting outside the row of shops and cafes on the run up to the Turkish border. At first I don’t even recognise him – partly because he’s so unlike his usual smiling cheery self, partly because he left the camp in Bulgaria a full 24 hours before me and…
“I’m not going there!” Lisa, Sara and I all said when we first read about Kalkan. Yet here we are. Kalkan is something of a British colony in Turkey – tourists, fish and chips and large screen TVs showing football and English soap operas fill the streets. I am reminded of why I left England.…
It’s my first day in Istanbul. Sarah, whose blog Fourty-four Sunsets I have been much admiring of late, is showing me around the trendy Taxim area, taking me in and out of cafes and sweet shops and pointing out which of the enigmatic looking dishes are suitable for vegans – a surprisingly large amount of…
A Girl and Her Thumb 