I think I need another sweatshirt. I only have 20.
Guess who’s getting a huge tip?
I remain living is heaven.
Shredded beef in a spicy sauce with a slice of cheese on a super soggy steamed bun. I wish I could live inside of one…forever..
More than 4000 shops and almost 1/2 million DAILY visitors.
Turkey is a super tobacco country (not high education + poverty = almost always equates to cigarettes).
Unbelievable excitement to tears and thoughts of deep dejection and sorrow. I’ll have another on the way back like a heroin addict jonesing his next fit.
My new kettle shipped from Amazon on Wednesday, I might only drink chai forever…like a normal person.
I always try to find the weirdest and sketchiest and dirtiest and most out of the way place to het a haircut whenever I travel. Boy did i ever just have the most haircutting-fun ever.
Nicest guy ever. Only used scissors and a comb, nothing electric, nothing fancy. Haircut perfection, artisan. He snipped my eyebrows then proceeded to create this wild concoction at the end of his scissors – a ball of cotton dipped in some flammable fluid…lit it up to quickly burn off my ear hair.
The robe had sleeves.
Then he massaged my head and sprayed my hair and face with lime water. Sooooo nice.
2 euros. I’ll discuss how incredibly inexpensive everything here is. Way cheaper than Bulgaria since Turkey Lira dropped in value so dang much.
This has been easily the greatest hair experience of my life. 10/10.
I’m so fucking happy. What day.
Did you know the legendary Blue Mosque in Istanbul was originally named after the color of my eyes?
The other photo is a mosque right across my coffee shop. Just imagine. I’m living the heaven right now….let’s be honest this really is the greatest city on earth.