Iran: Summary

December 11, 2011
Karachi, Sindh, Pakistan.

 

Statistics:

  • 29 days travelling in Iran
  • Distance travelled: approximately 5,500 km
  • 15 nights paid for in hotels
  • 9 nights spent with local people
  • 4 nights on buses & trains
  • Number of kebabs eaten: unknown

Itinerary:


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Istanbul – bus – Tabriz (3 nights) – bus – Qazvin (2 nights) – bus – Nowshahr (1 night) – bus – Mashhad (2 nights) – train – Tehran (6 nights) – bus – Kashan (2 night) – bus – Esfahan (3 nights) – bus – Yazd (2 nights) – bus – Shiraz (2 nights) – bus – Bandar Abbas and Qeshm island (1 night) – bus – Zahedan

Highlights: Imam Reza shrine in Mashhad, skiing at Tochal (Tehran), Esfahan’s architectural sites, Persepolis and Naqsh-e-Rostam

Disappointments: Kashan

Budget:

  • Accommodation: 266 EUR for two people
  • Transportation: 315,56 EUR (including taxi rides and bus from Istanbul to Tabriz) for two people
  • Food: 427,75 EUR for two people
  • Total expenses: 1256 EUR (official exchange rate) or 1040 EUR (real exchange rate)
  • Vasja: 646 EUR (official) – 545 EUR (real)
  • Jure: 610 EUR (official) – 515 EUR (real)

Currency exchange rate:

All the prices expressed in euros are calculated based on the official exchange rate between EUR and Iranian Rials at 14,900 IRR for 1 EUR.

The exchange rate on the street is more favorable ranging from 16,000 to 18,300 IRR for 1 EUR.

Taking this into consideration we spent 520 EUR per person.

Price examples:

  • Bus from Istanbul to Tabriz: 31,78 EUR ($45)
  • Meal at a restaurant: from 50,000 to 125,000 IRR = 3,35 EUR to 8,4 EUR (soup, kebab, rice, bread, drink for 1 person)
  • Accommodation: average 8,7 EUR per night per person (usually double or triple room, once dorm room)
  • Transportation: busses usually between 3,35 EUR to 10 EUR

What we liked about Iran:

  • The friendliest and most hospitable people ever
  • Frequent bus services (you can literally come to the bus station at any time and expect to wait not more then an hour (that’s a lot) for a bus to whichever destination)
  • Beautiful women

What we disliked about Iran:

  • Internet censorship and speed
  • Excessive heating, especially on public transport (they seem to only have two levels of heating – off or maximum)
  • A lack of variety in food (although the kebabs and rice are delicious, you get fed up with them after a month and other dishes are hard to find when eating out)

We’re definitely coming back. The country and its people have such an enormous potential. As long as they would be freed up from the chokehold of corrupt power-hungry authorities and international brinkmanship, they would blossom and the country would become one of the major tourist drawcards and an economic powerhouse.

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Get me back to the promised land!

December 5, 2011
Karachi, Sindh, Pakistan.

 

Whoa, it’s been a long time since you last heard from us! We have good reasons for it, as the conditions weren’t favorable. Days of transit and entering a new country are behind us.

We left off with our skiing experience high above Tehran. And we’ll pick up straight at the other end of the scale – the scorching heat of the Persian Gulf. We left the pleasantly warm during the day, but chillingly cold when it gets dark, Shiraz, at the elevation of 1500 m, and set for Bandar Abbas on the Persian Gulf coast.

We got our tickets and headed for the bus station in the evening for our overnight bus. When we found the right bus and wanted to put our bags into the luggage space, we were told to wait. Getting annoyed by the obvious whim of the driver we insisted to put our bags down immediately and board the bus. A few other men soon gathered around and we were told by one to follow him to another bus, parked in a dark spot at the corner of the bus terminal.

The bus was unlit and empty with just the two drivers waiting there. They greeted us warmly but we were again prevented from putting our bags into the luggage space. Instead they put our bags on the back seats of the bus, along with other cargo of unknown origin. Less then ten other people eventually boarded the long-distance bus. Maybe we are jumping to conclusions too quickly, but something else had to be on that bus. Especially if you know that Bandar Abbas is Iran’s biggest port and a hub for all sorts of smuggling activities.

We didn’t stay there for too long and boarded the boat for nearby Qeshm island, an hour away.

The pleasant temperatures of the early morning have soon turned into stifling heat by around 9 am when we reached Qeshm town. The conditions were aggrevated by the fact that no hotel with a reasonable price tag that we went to would take us. One after another we were declined and told they were full, when they obviously weren’t. We learned this had something to do with the Islamic sacred month of Muharram, when, for reasons unknown to us, cheaper hotels are forbidden to admit foreigners. Go figure.

Tired, hungry and soakingly sweaty from making rounds around the town with our backpacks under the strong Gulf sun, we eventually ended up in a lavishly named Diplomat Hotel.

No diplomat has probably ever set foot in their lobby. Instead, it was filled with a colorful bunch of migrant workers from Dubai, waiting to extend their visas.

You see, Qeshm is one of the three free trade zones in Iran (together with Chabahar and more famous Kish island) and you don’t need an Iranian visa to come there. Both Kish and Qeshm are therefore a convenient destination for hordes of migrant workers from the United Arab Emirates (UAE) who come for a few days just so they can extend their visas. Even the UAE dirhams seem to be the prevalent currency in Qeshm.

The group of maybe about 30 people at the Diplomat was getting very anxious, as some of them have stayed there for ten days already and still haven’t managed to board their flights back to the promised land of so many Asians. They mostly didn’t know each other before and it was interesting to observe the group dynamics as they generally stayed within the otherwise quite decent hotel’s premisses. Just some of the nations represented there were: Kyrgyzstan, Nigeria, Afghanistan, India, Turkmenistan, China, Pakistan, the Philippines, Thailand, Bangladesh etc.

We left Qeshm and boarded another overnight bus in Bandar Abbas. Our destination was the volatile region around Zahedan, close to the triple border of Iran, Afghanistan and Pakistan, where we said goodbye to the land of Persia.

 

P.S. You can check out other photos from Bandar Abbas and Qeshm, along with the rest of the places we visited in our gallery.

 
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Where are you going skiing this year?

November 26, 2011
Yazd, Yazd, Iran.

 

When you hear the name Iran, what is the first word that pops to mind? Oil, desert, the nuclear programme, Persian gulf, Islam, Ayatollah? Whichever word you choose, it is rarely snow and skiing.

Surprisingly, it is not commonly known that Iran (the northern and central part) has four seasons and snow in winter. And that it also has ski resorts, 18 to be precise.

We decided to give one of them a try. As we were in Tehran, the obvious choice was Tochal – one of the four local resorts for Tehranis and the closest one for us. Although Tochal, a mountain in the Alborz range, lies on the outskirts of northern Tehran, it is not as easy to get there as one might hope. In other words, it takes time…as does everything in Iran.

From our host Ali’s place we had to take a 25 minute metro ride on a packed train uptown, then take a taxi to the parking lot of the ski resort and then take a short bus ride to the bottom station of the gondola.

We rented our equipment and paid 20 EUR each for the whole ski/snowboard set. Then we queued up for the gondola ride. It was Friday, which equals Sunday in Iranian terms, and the crowd of people waiting to get up the mountain was enormous. The gondola is obnoxiously slow. There is one cabin per minute (I timed it!) and it only takes in 6 people. We paid another 17 EUR for the ski pass and waited in line for well over 2 hours just to get up.

Surprisingly, the crowd disappears once you get to the slopes. Tochal is a small resort by European standards. It only has two chairlifts and two fairly flat tracks. Dizin, another “Tehranian” resort, is bigger. It has, as far as wee know, 3 gondolas and 12 chairlifts.

It seems that more people come up just to hike around and enjoy a breath of fresh air than to ski. The prices of ski passes are cheaper than in Europe but the sport is still considered expensive by local standards. Only the more better off can afford it.

From what we could tell, it is not so much about the sport itself. Skiing gives Iranians the opportunity to escape the rigid dress code of the everyday life. Although police is still present and keeps a watchful eye over the public moral, the skiers can afford to wear more colourful clothes, women can replace their head scarfs with hats and looking from distance, one can hardly tell you are still in Iran.

Although we left the apartment at 7 a.m. we did our first run at noon. The resorts in Iran open sooner than what we are used to and also close sooner. At 3 p.m. we were already queuing up to go back down. It was again a major effort. People do not obey order, walk over each other, some yell, some do not care and laugh and patiently wait. The whole situation looked like a perfect recipe for disaster to us. At 8 p.m. we were finally back down, safe and sound but exhausted. Not so much because of skiing at the altitude of almost 4000 meters, but from waiting in line for 6 hours.

Skiing in Iran is an experience worth having but unless you prefer backcountry skiing, we do not recommend taking a weeklong skiing holiday here.

We are not ruling out that other Iranian ski resorts or just other days of week might provide you with a more gratifying experience.

Check out the video from Tochal below!

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What would Imam Reza say?

November 21, 2011
Kāshān, Esfahan, Iran.

 

You wouldn’t normally see me quote Karl Marx, but he nailed it when he said religion is the opium for people.

There’s really just one thing to see in Mashhad, Iran’s second biggest city. It’s only call to fame is the Imam Reza shrine. Imam Reza was Shia Islam’s eighth Imam (leader), who was killed (with poisoned grapes and pomegranate juice) in AD 818 by caliph Ma’mun, due to the increasing influence of the Imam within the royal court. Ma’mun disguised the crime by honoring Reza’s body with a burial close to Ma’mun’s own father caliph Haroun.

Ever since, the site in present day Mashhad has been a pilgrimage site and is Iran’s holiest city, and fourth altogether for Shia Muslims. Around 20 million pilgrims converge here each year to pay their respects (and no small amount of money) to the Imam.

The massive and ever-growing Haram (shrine complex) is dominating the city.

Old houses and whole streets are constantly being demolished to make room for the shrine’s ongoing expansion. The surroundings therefore look very chaotic and not at all holy. Beneath the shrine is a subterranean circular highway loop.

Meanwhile, the charitable  foundation that manages the shrine has become a business conglomerate, managing enterprises from baking to carpets, and minerals to transport. Operating a cemetery within the shrine is big business too. Being buried close to the Imam is a great honor and suitably expensive. Still, most of the money comes from donations and bequests from the hopeful pilgrims.

Altogether it doesn’t look even slightly subtle at all. Within the Haram museums one can see the Imam’s fourth zarih, tomb encasement, replaced in 2001. Visitors have the opportunity to shower money down on top of it.

You would expect that the enlargement of the complex and its multiple huge courtyards would observe some traditional Muslim architectural standards. Instead, the build-up is being done using contemporary techniques and material, such as concrete and steel. From an outsider’s perspective it looks very cheap indeed.

Iran, being a theocracy, just like the Vatican, ruled by religious leaders, is being usurped by influence, power and, just as a side product, money thirsty clerics. All over the country there are small blue and yellow containers on the streets asking for public donations. They are even found in banks and right next to the ATMs! They really haven’t mastered the subtleness of the Catholic church of how to take away money from people.

Religion, by itself, is not the problem. People are entitled to have and follow their own beliefs. Most of times, however, as soon as a group of people wields significant influence over other people, especially in the case of spirituality, this power becomes corruptive.

Doesn’t religion lose all its meaning and raison d’être when it is used for material and not spiritual enrichment?

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The sounds of Iran

November 20, 2011
Tehran, Tehran, Iran.

 

The trip to the Alamut valley and the surrounding castles was cancelled because of heavy snow and impassable roads. The rest of the company, girls from Hong Kong and Korea and the Irish guys, headed north for a day trip around Zanjan. We didn’t want to backtrack and spent a large part of the day at a better hotel across the street from our budget option. We made camp in the lobby, used its Wi-Fi and reviewed our photos and videos.

In the afternoon we decided to set towards our next destination – either Mashhad or the Caspian Sea. There were no more trains that day for Mashhad and the ones from Tehran to the same destination were supposed to be full. So we crisscrossed the town again towards the bus station. No luck there either. No buses that day for our destinations. Our spirits were pretty high until then, but after realizing we were stuck in Qazvin for another night we probably looked somewhat desperate.

Thus enters our prince on a white horse. A smiling man named Vahid approached us and ushered us with his limited English towards the nearby internet café and “lady Atafeh”. We soon realized Vahid was the owner of the internet café and Atefeh was his wife and an English student keen to practice her skills. We surfed the net for a while and Vahid brought us coffee and even wanted to get us food.

Soon Vahid and Atefeh offered to take us around Qazvin, since we are pretty bad tourists and don’t visit much of the official “sights”. They refused to accept payment for the internet time and took us to their car. Vahid is a very entrepreneurial person and, besides his internet café, he also has a café at the bus terminal, operates a delivery service and works in the management team of the local glass factory.

We drove around snowy Qazvin in the afternoon dark, while Vahid did some deliveries, and they showed us some architectural sights. But they left the best for last. They took us to see a local underground cistern where people used to store snow and ice to be used during summer months.

We weren’t prepared for what awaited us there. We thought we’re only going to see the building, but then Vahid ran the doorbell and his colleague from the glass factory came to let us in. In the underground surroundings of the former cistern we found ourselves in a workshop of a renowned music master Seifollah Shokri.

He and his small team make and repair traditional Persian wooden instruments with love and precision. They make a wide variety of instruments, from strings and wind instruments to percussions. Seifollah even invents his own instruments, such as a tiny wooden plate, which we couldn’t believe can be used to produce any sound.

We got a private display of most of the instruments and Seifollah served us with an extensive concert performance and demonstration in a surreal environment of the underground cistern.

The experience was truly overwhelming for us both and we feel extremely privileged and thankful to Vahid and Atefeh for making our stay in Qazvin memorable.

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“You can never have too many zeros”

November 12, 2011
Mashhad, Khorasan Razavi, Iran.

 

People have been asking us to write about budgeting and prices in Iran. We were planning to address this issue anyway eventually, and now seems like a good opportunity to do that, since we still haven’t resolved the problems with the internet here and so we can’t upload new photos and videos. We have some amazing stories to tell, but they can only be told with the adequate visual and audio documentation. Without it, those stories just wouldn’t be as amazing as they were.

The official exchange rate as of today is 1 euro for 14,811 rials. When we reached the Turkish-Iranian border at Bazargan and swiftly went through the border formalities, we were immediately approached by street moneychangers. We were wary of changing money on the black market and being swindled by experienced hands while doing so. But the man offered us a rate of 16,000 rials for 1 euro. After confirming several times we each exchanged 100 euros and immediately became millionares, each with a thick stack of 1,6 million rials in our wallets.

But the first rule of dealing with money in Iran is to quickly adapt to the local lingo. Nobody speaks in rials here. Everbody uses tomans. One toman equals ten rials. I don’t know why they don’t hack off some more zeros while they’re at it, because all those zeros are just mind-boggling. After paying 90,000 rials or 9,000 tomans for lunch, you first think you got ripped off, but then you realize a meal for two cost you 6 euros.

Since we were couchsurfing in Tabriz with Hamed and he and his wife were spoiling us with their generosity, we hardly spent anything in the three days there. We had to fight with him to try to pay for the taxi rides that we shared together. Most of the times we were unsuccessful.

Our biggest expenses were the odd taxi rides across the 1,2 million people city (from 20,000 to 30,000 rials) and an occasional bite to eat, such as the Iranian soup called ash that cost 24,000 rials for two.

Our first bus ride within Iran that took us to Qazvin (or rather didn’t) cost 110,00 rials per person, or a bit over 7 euros for a ride that took more then 8 hours and nearly 500 km. The hotel in Qazvin was my first accommodation expense since leaving home for Belgrade on October 26. A three bed room that we shared with Hilda from Hong Kong was 70,000 rials per person, or less then 5 euros. Although the room itself was of a no-frills variety, the shared bathroom was spotlessly clean and amazing altogether.

A delicious dinner in Nowshahr at the Caspian sea, a local specialty of rice, mashed eggplant, squash, garlic, tomato and egg, cost us 65,000 rials, or a bit more then 4 euros for two. The hotel there was clearly more upmarket, with en-suite bathroom, wi-fi and a balcony overlooking the main Azadi square and the Caspian sea. It set us back for 300,000 rials, 10 euros per person.

To give you another idea of the transport prices in Iran: The overnight bus from Nowshahr to Mashhad, nearly 1000 km, cost 155,000 rials, or about 10 euros.

After a week in Iran, we had to change money again. So we each spent almost exactly 100 euros during our first week. We arrived here yesterday, on Friday, which is the equivalent of a Sunday here anyway. But it was a national holiday in Iran as well. Thankfully we successfully haggled at our hotel for the room price and each of us paid 110,000 rials for a very basic room. After that we were left with only 3,000 rials combined (oh, about 20 cents) and all banks and exchange offices closed.

So we had to resort to the unofficial street moneychangers again. We thought it would be hard to find someone on a Friday evening and that we wouldn’t have enough money to buy dinner. After a quick inquiry on the street, we were soon sent to the nearby souvenir and cheap jewellery seller called Taj Mahal (yeah). We asked him to quote the exchange rate. 17,800 rials for 1 euro. We snapped at the opportunity and gained about 20 euros combined, comparing to the official exchange rate.

Our goal is to get by with 500 euros each through one month in Iran. So far so good. Our budgeting and expense tracking is made extremely easy by the awesome smartphone app called Toshl. We document every expense we have in the app and tag it under food, transport, hotel, taxi etc. And since we’re both pro users, the app converts all the expenses to our main pre-set currency (the failing euro) and allows us to have multiple budgets to follow. It’s really easy to go and check day by day how many expenses you had and browsing by tags I can see that I spent 49,48 euros on food and 51,66 euros for hotels so far. An amazing thing to have.

P.S. Ok, this was a rather technical account of our travel so far. But hey, you asked for it, and we welcome your suggestions to write about different topics. And it was convenient for us as well. But you can’t imagine how eager we are to finally set aside all the internet problems we have here and start delivering you some amazing content together with visual and audio documentation!

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Leave your preconceptions at home, please

November 7, 2011
Qazvin, Qazvin, Iran.

 

Iran is so much fun. I find myself just smiling all the time, mostly because of the incredible warmth of the Iranian people. The first time we encountered it was immediately after arriving to our first destination here, Tabriz, after a 32 hour bus ride from Istanbul.

The bus was heading to Tehran and Tabriz was just an intermediary stop on the way. After finding out that we missed our designated stop at a random roundabout on the outskirts of Tabriz, and that we’re already heading on the highway towards Tehran, the bus dropped us off at the side of the highway at 9 pm.

Luckily for us a young Iranian guy Rahim went off there as well, called a friend who picked us all up and took us to a nearby park El-Goli on the southeastern end of Tabriz. He took us for some hot chocolate and cookies in a beautiful setting of the park lake.

But our real treat in Tabriz was only beginning. Eventually we made our way to our couchsurfing host Hamed, who took us into his and his wives’ warm home where we stayed for three days.

All of the evenings in Tabriz were spent talking to Hamed to around 4 am about topics varying from Slavoj Zizek, Iranian dual society – one on display on the surface and the other, much more vibrant and interesting, that is living it’s life behind closed doors and away from the authorities’ view, Hamed’s involvement and experience from the protests after the elections in 2009 while he was a student in Tehran, Iranian music etc.

On our final evening in Tabriz yesterday Hamed had a few of his friends over, most of them acting and theater students (Hamed himself is a film director, and has over 12 hours of raw footage from the 2009 and 2010 protests that he’s trying to edit into a documentary). One of them had an assignment to shoot a short film and me and Vasja ended up featuring in it. It was a very fun experience, we shared so many laughs with those incredible guys. In the end we were up again until around 4 am and had to wake up at 6:30 to catch our bus to our next destination – Qazvin.

We took the bus together with Hilda from Hong Kong who is travelling in Iran by herself and who was the only foreigner we met until then the evening before while having an Iranian vegetable soup called ash.

A funny thing happened again with the bus. It didn’t even go to Qazvin and after inquiring with other passengers we apparently got sold tickets to Tehran. After noticing that while being over 50 km forward from Qazvin we got dropped off again in the middle of the highway. Conveniently there was an overpass that we walked over to the other side and quickly hitchhiked our ride towards Qazvin. Our transport providers were a young father with his son who didn’t speak any English. Which was really a pitty, because we were laughing so hard while trying to communicate, especially the about 9-year old boy.

Arriving to Qazvin finally and checking into a hotel we met two Irish travelers and a Korean girl who traveled already across Africa and now finds herself here in Iran. Tomorrow we’re supposed to take a taxi van to the nearby Alamut valley which is famous for it’s ruins of fortresses and castles. The trip remains in question though, because the road just might be impassable due to heavy snow here.

Meanwhile it’s freezing here in Qazvin and I can just spot a few flurries coming down through the window…

P.S. The one thing that we don’t like about Iran and that annoys us is internet censorship. Iranian authorities’ blockade of Flickr, Youtube, Twitter, Facebook… etc. is preventing us from reporting also visually how incredible the Iranian people are. We’re trying to find our way around it, so we could finally make use of that Gallery tab that we set up on the website…

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Voljelo se dvoje mladih

 
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Your flight has been canceled

November 1, 2011
 

Jure has already made his way across the Balkans down to Istanbul. My plan was slightly different – to leave a week later and take a flight from Vienna via Istanbul to Tehran and then meet up with Jure in Tabriz, in northwest Iran.

As mentioned, our plans are far from fixed and the only planned thing is to plan as little as possible. I did not, however, expect to start changing plans even before leaving home. Yesterday I got an unpleasant surprise in the form of an email from Pegasus Airlines informing me that my flight from Istanbul to Tehran was canceled. I went straight on the phone and after multiple attempts at dealing with the automated answering machine in Turkish, holding on the line for 15+ minutes, I got through to a person who spoke English.

I got the option of still taking the first leg of my flight (from Vienna to Istanbul), but getting no partial refund, or canceling the entire flight and getting a full refund. After finding a flight from Ljubljana to Istanbul on November 2nd for 127 EUR with Adria (which is usually remarkably expensive), I decided to take the refund from Pegasus (145 EUR), and book the flight with Adria which will also save me the the hassle of getting to Vienna. Then I notified Jure about the unfortunate change of plans.

He wasn’t particularly displeased with the situation. He will wait for me in Istanbul, reschedule his bus ride to Tabriz, buy an extra ticket for me and have some some additional time in Istanbul, which he seems to be enjoying. I’ll be flying into Istanbul at 3.00 am local time on Noveber 3rd, get to the center of town and we’ll embark on a bus that will take us to Tabriz on the same day at 1.00 pm.

Our plan to compare costs and figure out which is the cheapest way to get to Iran from Slovenia went down the drain, but at least it will give this website – asia-overland – a proper meaning, as we will now both actually travel to Asia overland.

 

 

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I like (T)rakija

October 30, 2011
Istanbul, Istanbul, Turkey.

 

Yesterday was Republic Day in Turkey, on this day in 1923 Mustafa Kemal Atatürk established the modern Republic of Turkey. And the Turks are justifiably proud in their celebration. Turkish flags are decorating the city, from huge ones such as the one at the entrance to the Istanbul University or the ones adorning Taksim square, to small ones displayed by street food vendors.

The city is absolutely buzzing with activity. That’s what 8% economic growth and being the center of a former empire spanning across both sides of the Mediterranean and a large part of the Middle East brings.

But the unbelievable thing is how I got accustomed to the city so fast and how homey I feel here after just two full days. I’m staying with a friend Burak and his lovely parents in Mecidiyeköy neighbourhood, two metro stops from Taksim square, the center of modern Istanbul on the northern side of the Golden Horn.

Both of Burak‘s parents come from Eastern Thrace (Trakya in Turkish) – Western Thrace being part of Greece – and this is the region where most of the country’s liberal influence comes from – Atatürk was from Thessaloniki in Western Thrace himself. People from that region are also known as the heaviest drinkers and smokers in the country – of course, Thrace is part of the Balkan peninsula, which is self-explanatory.

And it is this atmosphere that comes to the fore during the evening when the young and not so young go out in Beyoğlu, the city’s premier nightlife district, along the long pedestrian İstiklal Avenue and its many side-streets.

This is where we ended up last night with my other friend Alper and Elena, an Italian girl on Erasmus in Istanbul. Alper took us to a jam-packed top floor small bar and it was full for a reason. We were hesitant at first due to the huge crowd, but decided to at least have one drink there as the live band that was jamming gave it an electrifying atmosphere.

Soon thereafter, while drinking at the bar, I hear a familiar melody and start rushing to the other room where the band was playing a famous Balkan song Mesecina. I start singing and I notice the guy next to me singing as well. We strike up a conversation and his name is Radomir from Bosnia. He lived in Ljubljana for one year as a refugee during the war and now lives in Århus, Denmark, where I spent a year on a student exchange!

I was in an awesome mood even before that, but this just turned it a couple notches even higher. There was a full group of Bosnians from Denmark with him and we immediately hit it off. I genuinely love this city and encounters like this make me love it even more.

A sample of what the atmosphere was like:

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