In this last of my catch-up posts, I wanted to share with you some overview financial figures of my trip in Turkey and Iran last year and my nine months living in Sweden. Some of you might see this bookkeeping as obsessive and tedious, but once my tables are setup, I rarely spend more than 1 minute per day feeding the spreadsheet with the latest information.
Salam, chetori? Entering Iran was the realization of an old dream. It had long represented one of the most exotic places of my imagination, where ancient history, cultures, desert and spices coincided.
Snapshots of my last days in eastern Turkey in 2010.
I am back from Iran.
To get to the festival we took a shuttle to the local town of Machka from where we hitched a ride to Zigana. Outside of Zigana we came upon the headquarters of the local road engineers who called up some friends who were going to the festival to come and pick us up. 40 minutes later a Hyundai Accent showed up blasting Turkish electro-folk.
The Turkish government keeps me from mapping my location, but I am at the ötögar (bus terminal) in Trabzon on the eastern Black Sea littoral of Turkey. I flew from New Delhi to Istanbul on the 8th of July and have since been enjoying a slow pace of travel in good company.