Call to Prayer. Kurds. Halay Dances.
It feels like I’m flying through Central Asia. Since my last Public Letter about Tajikistan, I’ve trapsed through the oldest cities in the world in Uzbekistan (Bukhara and Samarkand), flown in and out of the “New York City of Central Asia”(sophisticated Almaty in Kazakhstan), and danced at two Syrian- Kurdish and Zaza ethnic weddings in eastern Turkey. Far from my fears that I wouldn’t be able to stand being a tourist for three full months, I’m thriving and loving each day.
The irony of being a solo traveler is that one seldom travels alone.
