Monthly Archives: December 2014

The 16th of December 2014

After Kapadokya, the trip brought me to Sivas where i met my friend Erkan with whom i experienced his amazing turkish hospitality. I stayed one night there and hitch-hiked to Ordu. Several drivers helped me. I met my friend Recep, a teacher who invited me at his school to share music with his students and talk about my trip. We visited six differents classes.

The day after, i hitch-hiked to Trabzon and Barboros who hosted me. We went to a turkish concert where musicians asked to play music. I sang for them.
Today, the 16th of December, i was invited in an english class as a guest in the center of Trabzon. We spoke in english and i shared with them stories about my trip and played guitar. Les champs-élysées from Joe Dassin and Imagine from John Lenon.

Imagine is a meaningful song. We spoke about those hospitality websites where people hosted travelers that they didn’t meet before. The teacher said she couldn’t do that. I.e. to host strangers at her home. And hitch-hiking was something dangerous and something impossible to understand for most of turkish people. She answered this after i said hitch-hiking was fun and a good way to meet people. The students learnt in english those words : trust, peace, adventure and how to pronounce chocolate in french.

This trip is an artistic eulogy of peace.

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/home/wpcom/public_html/wp-content/blogs.dir/d12/76469686/files/2014/12/img_2658.jpgMy new turkish truck driver friend. I played guitar for him.

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/home/wpcom/public_html/wp-content/blogs.dir/d12/76469686/files/2014/12/img_2666.jpgErkan. In Sivas.

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/home/wpcom/public_html/wp-content/blogs.dir/d12/76469686/files/2014/12/img_2674.jpgA kind and ununderstandable driver.

/home/wpcom/public_html/wp-content/blogs.dir/d12/76469686/files/2014/12/img_2678.jpgÜmit. He brought me to Ordu. He called my friend Recep and arranged the meeting there. When i opened the door of the truck i saw Recep welcoming me.

/home/wpcom/public_html/wp-content/blogs.dir/d12/76469686/files/2014/12/img_2683.jpgBarboros invited me to a turkish concert. The conductor asked me to perform a few songs. I played Sympatique from Pink Martini. The audience was about 50 people singing turkish songs accompanied by traditional turkish instruments. I met Goktug who hosted me one night. We shared music at his home.

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Konya

I hitch-hiked with Serkan, a university teacher who actually knew my friend whom i’ll meet in Konya. Too easy. Serkan brought me at my friend’s home. He is Yasin. A student in archeology with a big heart. Then i will meet Burak and Gülsah who were super welcoming and friendly with me. My stay in Konya was great.

IMG_2518.JPGYussef, me and Yasin. Good time in Konya.

IMG_2526.JPGKonya

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IMG_2548.JPGGülsah and Burak. Excellent hosts. They helped and welcomed many travelers like me. The day after Burak drove me to a good spot where to hitch-hike. He said that i will wait only five minutes before someone will pick me up. It was true! Someone stopped after even less than five minutes!

IMG_2544.JPGa performance in a live-pub with a percussionist from Iran.

Antalya

Hitch-hiking from Denizli to Antalya. Super easy. I began at 8 am. 8.20 am Hamet brought me there. 200 km i think. Very lucky. He invited me in a house to eat lunch. I met my friend Ferhan, a writer. The kind of guy who makes people think harder. Interesting conversations.

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IMG_2482.JPGGoat cheese from their farm, everything from their farm. Their own bread. Delicious.

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IMG_2502.JPGAntalya.

Izmir

Isa and me had a turkish breakfast together before going to his university to use computers. The hitch-hike from Bursa to Izmir was easy. Several drivers helped me and i was there for the evening. I played guitar near the clock tower and met my friend Can who hosted me one night.

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Bursa

Hitch-hiking in Turkey is very pleasant.

Taylan was my last host in Istanbul and will help me later while i’m on the road about some turkish translations things to help me to communicate with turkish peole. I hitch-hiked to go out from Istanbul and several drivers picked me up and drove me to the south of Istanbul where i took a ferry. After 45 minutes of boat, I went out of the ferry and all the cars as well. I didn’t hitch-hiked so i found myself alone on the road when Taylan picked me up. Taylan spoke a perfect french as he studied it at school. Very impressive. He spoke without grammatical mistakes, all his sentences were perfect and he almost didn’t has any accent. Taylan told me he went out of the ferry a bit late as he has had a small accident with an other driver on the ferry. He told me that the name Taylan was quite rare and that it was a nice coincidence that my friend in Istanbul was also named Taylan.

After discussing while the journey, Taylan left me near Bursa. I walked and police stopped. They checked my passport and bags and brought me two kilometers further as there was a security area for the prime minister and they wanted nobody to walk on this zone.

I met my friend Isa who hosted me one night.

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IMG_2380.JPGBursa. One of the bazars in the center.

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IMG_2384.JPGThe biggest mosque in Bursa.

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IMG_2403.JPGIt is asked to everyone to remove shoes while entering mosques. Most of turkish truck drivers asked me to remove my shoes before going in their truck.

Istanbul

Several friends hosted me in Istanbul. Kiran, Yücel, Giovanni and Taylan who were living in the European side of Istanbul where are Beyoglu, Besiktas and Taksim. And Noyan who hosted me in the Asian part of Istanbul. The two continents can be joined by ferry.

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IMG_2315.JPGCelebrating the birthday of a friend of Yücel.

IMG_2325.JPGMe and Maria busked in the street. We had a quite big audience for a while and a lot of fun. We met many warm people and several of them sat near us in a circle for listening music. People gave us liras, smiles, water and one beer.

IMG_2332.JPGThe main street Istiklal in Taksim.

IMG_2343.JPGA market with my friend Giovanni and his grilfriend near their place in Taksim.

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IMG_2319.JPGView from Yücel’s place. Five times per day can be heard from mosques a melismatic prayer sung from loudspeakers. Five times per day all Istanbul cries in a distortion way like an electric guitar with some silences between sentences.

The artistical Istanbul

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In an art museum.

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My new friends, Maria from Canada, David and Fatima from Iran.

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IMG_2302.JPGPlaying music in a school. My friend Yücel invited me and Maria from Canada to play music at his school. We did six mini-concerts in six different class-rooms. We shared music, talked about our trips and answered to questions that the pupils asked

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IMG_2310.JPGMy friend Yücel speaking to his students with my guitarlele.

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IMG_2305.JPGMe and Maria.

IMG_2313.JPGThe pupils of this school were all very welcoming and enthusiastic toward us. I bet their teachers are very happy to have them. They kindly accepted us to share music with their pupils and spend time for sharing our trip and some jokes as well.