My interpretation of this Weekly Photo Challenge is a bit different from the one suggested on the DailyPost, they suggest to put two different/opposite objects together in the same picture and show how they merge. Instead, I decided to post a picture where the meaning of merge is not so evident, or at least is not represented in the picture itself.
My interpretation of this Weekly Photo Challenge is a bit different from the one suggested on the DailyPost, they suggest to put two different/opposite objects together in the same picture and show how they merge. Instead, I decided to post a picture where the meaning of merge is not so evident, or at least is not represented in the picture itself.
Back to Istanbul once again this time just for half a day. The city has kept its beauty during the time I was away and this time it seemed even more interesting and colorful, especially the food in one amazing shop, Hafiz Mustafa, which I spotted on my way to Hodja Pasha whirling Dervishes show. This article is more about the food photography rather than the writing so please enjoy the images- it is a rare occasion that food can be captured so beautifully as it is here :)
Tearing up the Silk Road: A modern journey from China to Istanbul, through Central Asia, Iran, and the Caucasus was written by Tom Coote, who provided an excerpt from his book as a guest blog post on this site. His book can be purchased through Amazon by clicking here (
Tearing up the Silk Road: A modern journey from China to Istanbul, through Central Asia, Iran, and the Caucasus was written by Tom Coote, who provided an excerpt from his book as a guest blog post on this site. His book can be purchased through Amazon by clicking here (
My main thought lately: Do you realize how many times you get to wake up and start a new day in a lifetime? Do you know how wonderful that really is? And, yes, part of that comes with wonderful food.
It's ridiculous to me not only that I'm still in Istanbul right now but that I plan on being here yet another 4-5 months at least.
My main thought lately: Do you realize how many times you get to wake up and start a new day in a lifetime? Do you know how wonderful that really is? And, yes, part of that comes with wonderful food.
It's ridiculous to me not only that I'm still in Istanbul right now but that I plan on being here yet another 4-5 months at least.
My main thought lately: Do you realize how many times you get to wake up and start a new day in a lifetime? Do you know how wonderful that really is? And, yes, part of that comes with wonderful food.
It's ridiculous to me not only that I'm still in Istanbul right now but that I plan on being here yet another 4-5 months at least.
My last trip to Istanbul was nothing but amazing! Unlike the first visit, this time I was able to walk around much more and get a real feel of the city. I also visited the well known touristic attractions such as Hagia Sophia, the Blue Mosque,... for the second time and to my surprise, it was not one of those deja-vu moments.
My last trip to Istanbul was nothing but amazing! Unlike the first visit, this time I was able to walk around much more and get a real feel of the city. I also visited the well known touristic attractions such as Hagia Sophia, the Blue Mosque,... for the second time and to my surprise, it was not one of those deja-vu moments.
The Turkish word for breakfast, kahvaltı, means "before coffee" (kahve, 'coffee'; altı, 'under'). South Turkey, especially the city of Van, is famous for its breakfast which consists ofof cheese (beyaz peynir, kaşar etc.), olives, eggs, tomatoes, cucumbers, jam, honey and kaymak, jam, tahin pekmez (ground sesame seed paste miked with grape molasses) and tea.
If I remember right, when I was working in Kazakhstan, I measured the country to be as wide as Ukraine to Portugal. Hearts pretty much as wide too.
For Kazakhs, hospitality is a tradition learnt from deep within. A guest into a Kazakh home is welcomed with a cup of Kazakh tea; fragant, with indefinable and potent herbs - potent because there must be something in it to have your mind soon dreaming of never ''returning'', and of putting your own yurt in the grasslands or mountains.