Robert and I left home at 7am on Saturday, and arrived
safely in Istanbul around 10am on Sunday.
We crossed from the European side to the Asian side of Istanbul, and got
to the apartment we are staying at by noon.
There is a 7 hour difference between here and home. So that means, all
told, we were in transit for 22 hours.
Not bad for going what feels like half way around the world.
I want to say that the sensory experience of being back in
Istanbul overwhelmed me, but it didn't.
I enjoyed seeing familiar sights again.
Hearing Istanbul's unique traffic and road noises was a comfort to me,
and the smell of cigarettes and diesel fumes was oddly reassuring that I was in
the right place. Of course there was the
first taste of Tutku, one of my Turkish comfort foods, to welcome me back. All of this, though, wasn't as emotional as I
figured it was going to be. It just
feels like, "Well, I'm back and I have a job to do so let's get to
it."
The job I'm here to do is run sound for some hip hop artists
on a two week tour of western Turkey.
Today there are a few possibilities of what may happen. Either I get to drive back the European side
where the airport is and pick up more of our team that's flying in today, or
Robert and I will squeeze onto a Dolmuş and make our way out to where all our
sound gear is kept to pack up the gear van for our tour. There is always the third possibility, though,
that something entirely different happens.
I'm excited to meet the people flying in today. We may get some sightseeing in tomorrow and
then buckle down for rehearsals on Wednesday and Thursday, but that's too far
in the future to say for sure. The key
now is for Robert and me to stay flexible and serve the people here as best we
can.
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