I left town early the next morning. István had prepared me a dish of two fried eggs served with a hunk of brown bread and, on a side plate, a small, light green bell pepper that he had diced. Grateful, I ate this in his living room over a mug of coffee.
From the Hook of Holland to the Golden Horn of Istanbul
During my gap year, I plan to follow in the footsteps of the travel writer Patrick Leigh Fermor and walk the some 2,500 miles from the Hook of Holland to the Golden Horn of Istanbul over the course of around five or six months. Following a similar course to the route that Leigh Fermor – always known as Paddy – took as an 18 year old in the 1930s, I will no doubt note the similarities and stark differences between two very different portraits of Europe – on the page, a Europe on the eve of war, and in person one in a hyper-interconnected global landscape.
However – more importantly – I will meet new people, see new places and explore unencumbered by the restraints of work and home.
It is here that I will write.