One day, we hopped out of the minibus to take the obligatory tourist photo of a ruined castle in the distance, and a man came ambling up the cobbled road, umbrella at the ready for the coming rain.
He saw us – 10 obviously foreign touring photographers and two guides, cameras all pointing in one direction – and he stopped. He told us what a wonderful thing we were doing, photographing his beautiful countryside. He shook hands with all of us, conceded to a few photographs, and went off on his merry way to a cheer of goodbyes.
It was a simple incident. Not more than 15 minutes passed. Nevertheless, it amazed me everyday how amiable the rural Turkish people are.
~ Spotted Cow