Nestled away between the karst peaks of the Turquoise Coast is the ancient village of Simena (modern day Kaleköy). Citrus trees heavy with fruit line the crumbling stairways that take travellers on winding walks across the hillside. Thousand year old olive trees with gnarled boughs and ashy leaves, and a Byzantine castle atop the hill complete the charm.
Lycian sarcophagi- smashed open and cleaned of its treasure by pirates centuries ago- are scattered around the bay,
Kayseri airport is virtually empty when you arrive. There is one member of staff sitting amongst the impressively large collection of suitcases in the lost property office, and three security guards checking tickets at the door.
“How are we getting to the hostel?” Your friend asks. You both make your way to the front of the airport and watch as everyone around you gets into taxis.
You smell them before you see them: two young boys huffing glue from a crumpled plastic bag.
Earlier, you tried to visit Galata Tower and got lost in Beyoğlu instead. It’s a sprawl of streets set on a thigh-burningly steep hillside, and the towering apartment buildings quash any hope of using the witch’s hat roof of the Genoese tower to navigate.