After the briefest of forays into the grown-up world of publishing back in the UK, I very quickly came to two important realisations:
- I look terrible in a suit
- I had a yearning to see Latin America
So it was that I quit my only ever “proper job” in order to scratch my travel itch. Having barely left the UK, I found myself in Turkey and eventually, the bewildering, frustrating and addictive city of Istanbul. And dear reader, barring a brief stint working in Southern Italy, I never left.
These days when I’m not doing battle with the maddening Istanbul traffic or stuffing my face with pide, menemen or gözleme, I can usually be found teaching at a university on the Anatolian side of the city, hanging out in Kadıköy or planning my next trip.
And although my dream to travel around Latin America remains as-of-yet unfulfilled, the diversity and beauty of Turkey seem to please both wandering feet and curious taste-buds.
And I still look terrible in a suit.
What will tomorrow bring? Who knows. But I’m fairly sure it will involve travel, education and eating.