I arrived back in Malaysia at 2.30pm on Sunday, and I think I nearly cried because apparently I missed how green Malaysia is.
|Istikal Cadessi, mid morning on a weekday.|
I know, cheesy. But making Istanbul my first ever travel destination was like getting that first perfect boyfriend.
The one who remembers how you take your latte, and that your dessert should be chocolate, or apple based. The one who hold your hand while you visit those hidden art galleries, and let it go when you're reading because he knows you need your freedom when you do that. The one that can look at you, and read your soul. The one that you had to let go because it was just not the right time.
I briefly half seriously considered just staying there, teach English/Malay and get myself a nice Turk guy (they are really really attractive, in general. With their beards ala' hipster style, and glasses, and those eyes). But then Mama decided to remind me that I would be cut out of the will if I don't come back as scheduled.
Would I go back? Definitely.
Maybe in few years' time, after I go to couple more places (which has to be decided).
About a year before the Istanbul trip was planned, I asked someone who just came back from there what he thought of it.
"I fell in love with it."
"Slowly or quickly?"
It was the same for me too.
|Waiting to check in luggage. Last picture in Istanbul.|
P/S: I will be posting more pictures and blog about the trip.