Writer Orhan Pamuk, long time resident of Istanbul, says that to savour the city's back streets "you must, first and foremost, be a stranger to them." We'll be strangers all right, the very essence of the traveler. Living with unfamiliar, unknown, often incomprehensible - at the very least, uncertain - things, places, words, gestures, meanings.
(It especially interests me how this kind of strangeness is or isn't so different from the strangeness - especially the sense of the incomprehensible - I often feel in my 'home land'.)
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People ask: Why Scotland and Turkey? One answer is circumstance: a recently planned wedding in Scotland, a previously planned journey in Turkey. But similarities (if that's what is being asked for) also quickly come to mind. Both are feudal societies, and maybe not just in the 'ancient' sense. Both are littered with rocky ruins and histories of gangsterism (okay, that's not the touristic or official-ideal term). Both lands have echoed with bagpipes, Turks long before the Scots. Both speak languages we won't understand.
Tom
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