Rumi-nating

I arrived to Konya from Ankara, where the bus station takes on a new meaning. It's like Greyhound on steroids. People love them and use them, they're on time and usually (I had one bad experience) comfortable, and they feed you on the way.
My first look at Rumi's tomb and shrine.
























The Sultan Selim Camii (mosque) adjoining.
























The expansive and peaceful graveyard across the street.











My office. It's a work/live/travel/daily/rental agreement.

Turkish war memorial
Of course, this is the home of the whirling dervishes, and because of that, some very inspired Sufi music. The music was used during the Sema ceremony (a dance and meditation to create a union with God) and they recreate this every once in a while to satisfy white people.


It must be getting near the end of Ramadan, 'cause these sheepses ain't going to a petting zoo. They're on the lamb come Eid ul-Fitr, and Turkey also has the Seker Bayrami, or candy festival.



















The local bike mechanic. I saw two or three bike shops here, new and used. You do take your life into your own hands by riding one here though.



















Sure, a horse in the median, whatever.