Adventures in travelling to eat, with a dash of culinary history.
Why the hell am I here again? I was 300 feet above the ground in a hot air balloon, floating over the martian-like terrain of Cappadocia in central Turkey. It was six o’clock in the morning. And I was going to shit my pants. After …
From the top of the mound you can see the dust of Sadik’s van before the green beast crashes into view — Ayoup’s whistle blows from somewhere and calls of “pidos!” ring throughout the trenches. It’s time. We slowly wind our way down the incline …