‘They have guns under the seat’; Transport 1- The Turkish Taxi

A Brit Abroad.

The majority of my day entails negotiating the intricacies of the Turkish transport system and I probably have enough material to dedicate a whole blog to the topic, perhaps even a short novella.

The hassle involved in lugging myself and my suitcase through the city on my first day, without one word of Turkish to equip me, is still fresh in my memory. It was late August, I had had a tearful goodbye at the airport, and I was suddenly faced with this unknown city that was to be my ‘home’ for the next 12 months. Taksim Square, the modern centre of Istanbul, stood before me like a dusty grey nightmare. Cars and motorbikes whirled and weaved through the traffic, and the roar of car horns was deafening  Totally disorientated, I ended up waving my little black notebook around in an attempt to get the attention of a taxi. To my horror, no one…

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