I really should write up reviews for the hostels that I really appreciated. I suppose I should also write ones up for ones that sucked ass. (ie: the one where my shorts were stolen.) But I digress; this place in Sanliurfa was great. The host was friendly and reminded me of one of my parent’s friends. It turns out he would be our tour guide the following day. We would sit outside on the patio with all our cameras on the table. The host would bring us chai and sugar, later he gave us ice cream and pastries. Yosuke would smoke his cigarette contemplating our next sight. Wai and the two Australian guys (Josh and Rajay) would argue about what the moon looks like. I’d sit there eating off the ice cream while no one was looking.
Two Canons, and Three Nikons.
I wonder at what point in life I’ll stop staying in hostels.
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