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Pedalling west, it took me two months to cross a chunk of Turkey by bicycle during the winter. I entered by way of the Cilder Border and made it to near Bartin before boarding a bus the remaining distance to Istanbul.
My favourite photos follow a bit of context about the mental experience.
Winter has arrived in Turkey, and it reminds me of home. It’s the weather that primarily drives this association, although there are other commonalities between local events and the steadfast traditions of a Canadian holiday season. Here too there are television advertisements, even news reporting recommending the purchase of winter tires. Complementary video clips of atrocious winter driving skills run alongside. And Turkey is certainly not exempt from the hysteria of year-end sales. Regardless of their religious association, when window arrangements involving Christmas motifs prove to be effective sales tactics they are shamelessly employed.
There are also a few differences. Here no one gives a shit about Santa Claus, the closest thing to carollers is the mosque’s call to prayer, and I actually have to pay attention to forecasts.