As Aristotle has rightly said “What is a friend? A single soul dwelling in two bodies”. One of the best part of traveling is making friends from all over the world. The other best part is being able to meet the same friends once again in their country. That’s what exactly happened with me. I was not only traveling around in Turkey, but also was meeting old friends who lived in the different parts of this country.
All of this friendship started back when we met in Cairo, Egypt in July 2015. Those were the days when we had lots of fun & also promised each other that we would meet soon again somewhere in this world. At that moment no one knew that I would be traveling to Turkey the very next year and meeting all my friends again.
The first friend I met was Asli. She was eagerly waiting for me at the bus station in Eskisehir. As soon as we met, we were just jumping with joy (quite literally!). To be very honest neither of us thought that I would go to Eskisehir. Yet there I was, starting with my Turkish adventures from this off-beat city. The next friend I met was Basak, who invited me over to her house to host me. She is apparently the most hospitable friend of mine as she prepared dinner & breakfast, took us out on a walk, played games and many other things. And last but definitely not the least, I met Kaan & Aysun, who took me around various places which are hidden away from the public. We had so much fun just talking & eating!
Everyone I met could not stop talking about the old times & how time literally flies so quick. Good times go quick they say. Yes, it indeed does. At one moment we were in Cairo & now one year later I was there in Turkey. You never know how your life would turn out to be as it’s impossible to predict the future. The best part is that friends never judge you, whether you meet them after days, months or years. Also, friendship definitely doesn’t depend on the distance, it’s all about how you look at it.
Although, it was a new country, new language and new culture, but for me, I felt as if I was going back home. That’s what meeting old friends make you feel. At Home. At no point in time I felt as if I was a stranger, walking down the strange roads.
This post is for all you guys, thank you for making everything so memorable!