Last shots from Turkey
Posted: Thu May 29, 2008 4:03 pm
Hey guys, I fly out of here Saturday morning after almost 2 full years. I have to admit that I'm really pumped about being back in the States, but even as I type this I have tears in my eyes over leaving. After this long, it's hard to know whether I'm coming home or leaving home. Anyhow, enjoy a sampling from the last three rolls I took here.
A guy we call Junior (because of how short he is) in my barber shop.
Street scene from here in town.
The kid with the flag is heading off to do his mandatory military service. Everybody gets a big farewell party when they're called up.
Either drunk, homeless, or both, early one morning outside of the train station.
This area is for the washings the devout do before they go to pray. This particular mosque was once a church built by the Crusaders. This washing station is actually in part of a tunnel that was once used as an escape route from the church.
Prayer beads on the floor of a mosque.
Outside of Tarsus- a section of the old Roman road still remains. This is the road that you would've walked if you came from Rome or Constantinople to Tarsus, meaning that St. Paul, Barnabas, Luke, Mark, Marc Anthony, Julius Caesar, Alexander the Great, and countless others walked this path.
The national past time, backgammon.
The side of an ancient Roman sarcophagus in the Antioch museum.
Bust of someone goofy looking, also in Antioch.
One of these things is not like the others, one of these things doesn't belong...
This throne looking thing was dated pre-Christ, yet you can still just walk up and get your picture sitting on it.
One of the many mosaics held in the Antioch museum.
The door of the Orthodox church in Antioch.
Me, overlooking the city of Antioch. Would've been better if I had been silhouetted against the sky I think, but I wasn't the one in control of that, obviously.
Mardin- southeast Turkey, near the Syrian border.
This mosque had prayer beads hanging in waiting. It also had a cast of Mohammed's footprint, for what that's worth.
Inside the visitor center of an ancient monastery outside of Mardin.
This chapter of my life is over. I have no idea what's around the next bend. I am sure of one thing though, God will be with me where ever I go.
See you boys in Jackson in just a few weeks.
A guy we call Junior (because of how short he is) in my barber shop.
Street scene from here in town.
The kid with the flag is heading off to do his mandatory military service. Everybody gets a big farewell party when they're called up.
Either drunk, homeless, or both, early one morning outside of the train station.
This area is for the washings the devout do before they go to pray. This particular mosque was once a church built by the Crusaders. This washing station is actually in part of a tunnel that was once used as an escape route from the church.
Prayer beads on the floor of a mosque.
Outside of Tarsus- a section of the old Roman road still remains. This is the road that you would've walked if you came from Rome or Constantinople to Tarsus, meaning that St. Paul, Barnabas, Luke, Mark, Marc Anthony, Julius Caesar, Alexander the Great, and countless others walked this path.
The national past time, backgammon.
The side of an ancient Roman sarcophagus in the Antioch museum.
Bust of someone goofy looking, also in Antioch.
One of these things is not like the others, one of these things doesn't belong...
This throne looking thing was dated pre-Christ, yet you can still just walk up and get your picture sitting on it.
One of the many mosaics held in the Antioch museum.
The door of the Orthodox church in Antioch.
Me, overlooking the city of Antioch. Would've been better if I had been silhouetted against the sky I think, but I wasn't the one in control of that, obviously.
Mardin- southeast Turkey, near the Syrian border.
This mosque had prayer beads hanging in waiting. It also had a cast of Mohammed's footprint, for what that's worth.
Inside the visitor center of an ancient monastery outside of Mardin.
This chapter of my life is over. I have no idea what's around the next bend. I am sure of one thing though, God will be with me where ever I go.
See you boys in Jackson in just a few weeks.
