Tonight I’m staying at the Otel Bolat in Isparta. I’m not a big fan of cities. They bring out my inner Ted Kaczynski. I’m much more comfortable walking up to a remote gas station or a small village’s mosque. By the way, $28 a night, breakfast...
Yesterday I mentioned I’d be having two meals. That didn’t happen — the entry into Isparta was a little sparse, restaurant-wise. So dinner last night was a bag of chips (crisps, for my British readers), some chocolate chip cookies, and some peach...
Isparta is a university town. This is the entrance to Suleyman Demirel University. Suleyman Demirel was Turkey’s Prime Minister in the 60s and 70s, and then its President for most of the 90s. He was from a village near Isparta, so many things around here are...
This cement factory marked the end of my walk yesterday (the gas station I camped at was about a mile up the road). I think that in the entire history of cement factories, never has a cement factory been as beautiful as this cement factory was to me at that...
