Home, On The Way

Hungary, Recsk (temporary HQ at my parent's house), 2 am. It's time to write. How did I get here? And why here is the place where I get how? And why I'm writing at 2 am?

The Start of the Beginning of the End

I've spent 21 days in Anamur after my Mototour. I freed myself from Paradise after 21 days. It was not easy but I succeeded. Now I'm in Istanbul sitting in a tea-house on the shore of Bosporus. It's getting dark, it's raining and it's cold. It's not the Istanbul I've left one and a half months ago. It's much better - tourists hardly can be found, instead, the local people finding me.

Hundred

I started this trip a hundred days ago. I didn't count the days, but my mom did. And she wrote me a nice mail yesterday reminding me on this number. So let it be the day of writing again. I'm doing this at the same table where I wrote the last two posts. It means I've spent more than two weeks in this perfect camp in Anamur. And still I don't want to leave. Ok, sometimes I thought about it, maybe. Sometimes and maybe.