Usually down for an adventure, I had decided instead of flying, to take a €30 bus ride from Bulgaria’s east coast, down into Turkey. A 6-hour journey and an on-the-spot $30 expedited visa later, the coach bus scarcely filled with Turks, Bulgarians, a few Eastern European stragglers, and myself in the back–propped contentedly against the window–arrived in Istanbul. Continue reading Turkish Delighting – My Love Affair in Istanbul, with Tango and Baklava