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This is a Hipmunk post from Jodi Ettenberg of Legal Nomads I’m currently in Istanbul for the first time, a city of old and new, of cobblestone streets and majestic mosques looming over the city, standing guard. It’s a wonderful place to spend a few weeks and with plenty of food to explore and ferries to shuttle me to the Asian side of the city too, I suspect I’ll stay put for the rest of the month. Arriving here was a bit of a culture shock from Morocco, as Istanbul is quite European. Gone were the donkeys lining the road, the clouds of diesel fuel and rattling, rusty old buses, the many pots of tagine bubbling at the side of the highway. Before I move into writing about Turkey, I wanted to link to a post I wrote about driving in Morocco, which was just about as insane as it gets in this region.
Mountain roads in Morocco. From honking to passing to people flying around blind curves without checking to see if a car is coming, I’ve tried to decode the sheer nuttiness of driving in Morocco. Example? Passing.
More here. Hope you enjoy! -Jodi CommentsLeave a Reply |