The southeast of Turkey really reminded me of California, the golden hills, the occasional oil well pumping away, just no hillsides covered with windmills for electric. Then again, the area wasn't too windy. I kept telling Apo that the area looked like California, and the weather patters are similar too. Hot as blazes and dead grass all summer, and then they get rain and things turn green and lush between October and March. The irrigated fields stretching along the road reminded me of driving highway 5 between LA and Sacramento.
Wandering thinker and self-described "Renegade Folk Hero," Alex Gray currently lives in Istanbul where no one is entirely sure what he does. Besides pretending to speak Turkish he writes, photographs, plays several instruments, and composes his own biographies. When asked why he moved to Turkey he invariably replies that he wanted adventure, excitement, and really wild things.
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Beautiful! Sort of looks like California... a little
The southeast of Turkey really reminded me of California, the golden hills, the occasional oil well pumping away, just no hillsides covered with windmills for electric. Then again, the area wasn't too windy. I kept telling Apo that the area looked like California, and the weather patters are similar too. Hot as blazes and dead grass all summer, and then they get rain and things turn green and lush between October and March. The irrigated fields stretching along the road reminded me of driving highway 5 between LA and Sacramento.
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