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a walk from Asia to Europe

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This post is about a walk over the Bosphorus Bridge. I worry about the Caboose and end up almost getting in the way of the Turkish President. When I crouched down to put the newly repaired wheel back onto the Caboose, I noticed something alarming: the suspension of the wheel was broken. It was unclear […]


Istanbul

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This post is about a 33km walk from Polonezköy to Istanbul. The day starts with snow and ends in a traffic vortex. But I am happy. Istanbul. Finally. After all those years of trying to get there, after a global pandemic and a personal diagnosis, I found it hard to believe that it was real. […]


Poles

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This post is about a 9km walk from Cumhuriyet to Polonezköy. I wonder about some trash in a forest, and then someone asks me if I’m Polish. I wanted to be a bit closer to Istanbul for the final push into the city. So I found a village with a couple of guesthouses in the […]


Goodbye, Hospitable Sea

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This post is about a 26km walk from Dogancili to Cumhuriyet. It’s the last time I will walk alongside the Black Sea. I woke up in my winter sleeping bag, breathing little white clouds into the air above me. When I got up the cats were still there, and so was the Black Sea. It […]


the same to a cat

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This post is about a 20km walk from Sile to Dogancili. I start out getting lost on the coast, then I walk on the highway for a while. After a day spent dodging the rain in Sile, I decided it was time to leave. Istanbul was waiting. Europe was waiting. The Bridge Problem was waiting. […]


cautious optimism

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This post is about a 22,6km walk from Imrenli to Sile. It rains even harder than the day before. But I am optimistic about something. All my stuff had dried overnight, and they were all warm from the radiators. So I put on warm clothes and warm shoes and a warm hat, and then I […]


poncho

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This post is about a 14km walk from Agva to Imrenli. It rains all day, but in the end I get good food and a poncho. Three days it had rained without stopping. The pavement was wet, the air was wet, the dogs were wet, everything was wet. When I went to a restaurant to […]


1-3-0-0-0

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This post is about a 22km walk from Bagirganli to Agva. It’s the day where The Longest Way crosses the 13.000km mark, and of course I dance. I rose at sunrise and got on my way. The weather forecast was talking about heavy rain in the afternoon, and I wanted to arrive at my destination […]


screaming while sober

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This post is about a 22km walk from Kerpe to Bagirganli. It follows one of the nicest roads I’ve ever been on. It had rained a bit during the night, but I had been warm and safe in a hotel room. When I stepped out onto the road there weren’t and people in sight. There […]


previously on Lost

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This post is about an 28km walk from Ortaköy to Kerpe. I get lost a few times, and in the end I run into a pack of dogs. When I woke up, my guest was still there. She stretched herself and demanded some more bread, then she left without so much as a goodbye. She […]


the imam’s cat

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This post is about a 30km walk from Karasu to Ortaköy. I end up pitching my tent next to a mosque, and I have a guest for the night. After a day of rest in Karasu I felt a bit better. It had stopped raining, too. So I slowly waltzed out of town, past rows […]


booster fail

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This post is about a 16km walk from Kocaali to Karasu. I hang out with a baker, then I fail to get a Covid vaccine booster shot. Another morning, another empty place. I stepped out of the door and pulled the Caboose onto the street. I moved west and then northwest without talking to anyone, […]


walking on plastic

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This post is about a 15km walk from Karabun to Kocaali. My feet hurt and I am generally whiny. I end up in a pink guesthouse, though. The whole place was quiet when I left. I didn’t know if it was because nobody was awake or because nobody was there. I walked on a narrow […]


anger

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This post is about an 18km walk from Akcakoca to Karaburun. I follow a highway along the coast, and I am angry all day. One thing I did over the past few days when I was down with a cold in a small hotel room that smelled like smoke: I deleted more than half of […]


Clara

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This post is about a 19km walk from Kovukkavla to Akcakoca. First I get held up by the wind, then it starts raining. And I meet an old cat. When I started walking in the morning it was a bit more windy than usual. Also it was supposed to start raining by nightfall. I figured […]


from steel

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This post is about a 22km walk from Eregli to Kovukkavla. Finding a place to sleep is difficult at first, but then good things happen. Walking into Eregli the night before had been difficult, and when I left in the morning it didn’t get much easier. The place was swarming with cars. There were sidewalks, […]


the road sign

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This post is about a 30km walk from the Martyrs’ Forest to Eregli. I run into three cyclists, and the road makes me very tired. Tuncar returned to work at his restaurant just as I was packing the tent. “Finish up and come inside,” he said, “you need some more soup!” And so I warmed […]


soup at the end of the day

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This post is about a 20km walk from Zonguldak to the Martyrs’ Forest. I make it through one tunnel and around a few more. I had a hard time falling asleep the night before. And I woke up before dawn, feeling scared. People had been telling me about a few tunnels that were lurking on […]


looking for a tunnel

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This post is about a 20km walk from Catalagzi to Zonguldak. It’s one of those extremely rare occasions that I’m looking for a tunnel. Something unexpected happened this morning: the sun had come back, and it was shining hard on the industrial landscape around me: factories, freight trains, fences – and black dust. Turkish cops […]


the good people of the dusty places

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This post is about a 20km walk from Filyos to Catalagzi. I arrive in a heavy industry area where the people are very friendly. I woke up in a wooden pavilion that stood in a park by the beach. At one point during the night, all the street dogs of Filyos had gathered around the […]