Turkey

Hospitality is at its best when you don't understand the language. When all you got are a piece of paper, hand signs and smiles, you tend to understand kindness and helpfulness better. On the way back last night, talked to a turkish in entire turkish, and i understood 80 percent of what he was trying to tell me. Met an iranian who struggled with his english, but won my heart and praised him for his good understandable english. Was so happy that he told me to repeat what i just said to his wife. We all exchanged smiles and a bit of our culture. Getting on a bus was not so daunting, when you have friends to write out for you directions and everything you need to know. The Adventure continues later when meeting kerem, a corridor mate whom i've not seen for ages. And he was also the one who showed me turkish hospitality, introducing Salih, our accomodation in Istanbul. We got help the moment we arrived from the airport. We practically got walked to the bus stop that we were supposed to take the bus into the city. The kind guy we met was an exchange student before. He understands what we are going through.