I spend a decent amount of time at cafes. Writing sometimes, soaking up what's going on, or just drinking the good, sweet tea. I'm not alone. People love to hang out and take a break over tea here.
The best way to get firewood down the steep stairs of Mardin is, actually, a donkey.
Hey, who loves you baby? Yeah, that's style!
Almost got run over by this donkey. What an ass! (Why would I pass that one up? C'mon.)
Met my friend here in Mardin, nice guy. We tried to talk with each other with limited success. But it's nice to run into a kind soul who just wants to try and talk. Took his picture.
Looking down into Syria.
The mesmerizing view over the Mesopotamian plains in the day...
At dusk...
And at night.
Red hot brick oven. These guys were nice and gave me a free piece of fresh baked bread for my curiosity.
The old city walls of Diyarbakir, put up in Roman times. They ring 6km around the old city.
Residential area in Diyarbakir.
Old man lettin 'em sag. Some older men wear the Arabic style pants here.
Getting a Kurdish haircut, and my first open razor shave ever. As you can see, I needed it.
Kids playing.
A dolmus (minibus) stop, and fruit stand guys in the foreground.
good to see your assimilating!
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