in about 14 hours İ learned and experienced this:

bengue was feeding me with çok lecker salad, kuru fasulye and the information how to hitchhike to europe from istanbul.

take the bus 89 C from taksim or aksaray to ikitelli garajı.

taking a bus in the rush hour

is a special experience in istanbul. and there is rush hour half of the day. so it was about 1,5 h not even having enough place to stand.

not evryone likes agit-prop

three young socialist activists had to experince this, when they tried to make a speech in the bus. there was some discussion, some passengers agreed to the driver, to kick them out, other didn`t. the speech was about thousand`s dieing in a war, İ didn;t get, which one.

this city isn`t neverending

if you are once in ikitelli you see a scene like a caricature of prepostmodern civilication critics. grey dusty and absolutly non-livable. but its the edge. more far out there is countryside. really

the trucker picking me up there

was going from abu dhabi to macedonia. he didn`t want to speak to much, but offered me his bed, İ good idea.

ten km line of waiting trucks at the border

distroyed my plans to cross before midnight. anyway as it is forbidden to cross by food İ had to find a car for this. as evrytime you find a car just in front of a border, İ found some smugglers. İt seems to be usefull to have a guest to appear harmless, even if İ always get searched, if İ go by myself.

spending my night in kapitan andreou

was quite strange. İ found a pub open until half past 4, 2 drunken elder couples, 2 very drunken maybe 14 year-old boys and a girl in the same age doing service. İn a way İ was not really welcome and one of the youngsters was looking for some stress. not threatening, as he was not even able to stand, but a little bit boring. btw. awfull music, very loud and an athmossphere you might know from gdr school dining rooms.

so İ took some food

next door and it was quite enjoyable. the village seems to be quite bi-national, at least many people speak turkish. afterwards İ took some walk through the village, very romantic, small farmers`s houses, broken treckers, … İ will shoe you some photos in some while.

as İ didn`t know

what to do, İ went back. being asked by the border police, what`s my job, İ didn`t know what to say. no working permission, but İ do not really think, he cares about that. so anyway İ stayed careful and said, İ`m a student, studying turkish.

some almancı was taking me back home

and the same discussion like mostly. where to live, germany or turkey. he was just about to move to ankara.

why all this? just for a new stamp, allowing me the next two month to stay in turkey. btw. its a kind of urban legend, that you need a date change between leaving and entering …