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Towards the exit of Yenirerenköy, we pick up a hitchhiker, an old, traditional-looking man with moustache and hat. He looks a bit confused first upon seeing who has stopped for him, but when he asks "Dipkarpaz?", and we nod assertively, he gets in anyway. He says he's a "Kurdi", and that he speaks "no English, Türkçe, Türkçe!". Upon hearing I'm from Almanya, he oohs and aahs a bit and says: "...
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D MJ Binkley
Dave and Merry Jo Binkley
We've always wanted to go to Cyprus.
Loved the blog! Loved the trees bent by the wind. We always like to take pictures of those kinds of trees. Thanks for all the history.