Mardin, Turkey


2:04 PM Carisa: tell me a story !
2:12 PM me: Yosuke, Josh, Rajay, wai and I got off the bus. We were in Mardin. The way that the lonely planet described it was that it “emerges like a phoenix from the roasted Mesopotamian plains”. It stood on top of this mountain looking over this valley. As soon as we stepped off we had this taxi cab driver shoving us into his cab although it only fit 4 people, and there were 5 of us with back packs as huge as we were. They stuffed the trunk and tied it down with a piece of string they found in the garbage can. We packed in reluctantly, and the driver speed off on the old coble stone road. I watched Wai's backpack shift and shift until it was almost hanging out of the trunk. Luckily the string held. The hostel it took us to is just another story...