Istanbul, Turkey
It is the morning of my second day in Istanbul; the low is 15°C, but the wind makes it feel quite cold. It reminds me of a December morning in Osaka. I had agonized over what clothes to bring before leaving, but I’m glad I packed a thicker jacket. It’s perfect for running, but standing still in the wind and rain makes me freezing cold. I find myself strangely missing my travels in tropical and subtropical regions now... After just one day of walking around Istanbul, I think I might already be in love with Turkey. Usually, the aspects that stand out on the first day are the ones that feel a bit off-putting or difficult, but that hasn't been the case this time. Between the city itself, the people, and the food—and judging by the experiences I've gathered on my travels so far—Turkey ranks pretty high on my list. I wonder if the rainbow I saw yesterday was a sign of that. "Ayran," a salty drinking yogurt, is surprisingly delicious. It shares something in common with Viet...