The summer brought about troubled times in Turkey…and though I was in the country, my only interaction with the Gezi Park protests were through social media. Village life was peaceful, serene, clear. I had never felt so much clarity, even in the midst of Turkey’s turmoil.
I left Ibrahimpaşa in the early morning, and after a 5 hour bus ride found myself in Ankara. I was stopping through on my travels north towards the Black Sea, and at last got a glimpse of chapulling. It was short, emotional and invigorating.