October 2007 • Batman was a bust, so it was onward to Hasankeyf with a bad mood and a head cold. Dragged myself to dinner at the town's only restaurant and ended up sharing a table with the only two customers. Berk and Murat were on break from university and traveling in the southeast by train. They couldn't speak English, and I couldn't speak Turkish, but somehow we spent the next few days communicating via photos, drawings, pantomime, music, telepathy, and beer. On our last day, in nearby Midyat, they snuck away to a jewelry shop and bought three identical friendship rings. Very sentimental and, as I came to understand, very Turkish.
Between Hasankeyf and Midyat