Egirdir is a big apple-growing area, and now it’s harvest time. The roads are clogged with tractors bringing in trailers full of the bounty. One farmer saw fit to handoff to me a bit of the harvest.
As I walk along there’s some idle speculation that I’m a spy. Since I’m an American people tend to ask if I work for the CIA. However, when someone’s flattering me they ask if I work for Mossad. Apparently the CIA hasn’t shaken its...
Egirdir is home to an elite training center for mountain commandos. On weekends the base turns the soldiers loose and the streets are filled with young men walking arm-in-arm with their visiting mothers while their fathers and siblings tag along. Restaurants offer...
