My own little protest against the dividing line, I particularly enjoy using my different passports when taking my Sunday strolls across the border. I always have to remember: pull out from my left pocket my Canadian passport when entering or leaving the Turkish side, and use my Czech passport in my right pocket for the … Read more
Several times I am asked by the police/military to move somewhere else. After this repeated ordeal I came to the conclusion that a buffer zone was put in place by the UN to keep the children from fighting. It is not some holy ground as the Greeks like to think. I should have full legal … Read more
I’ve done a bit of research and asked a few questions, and this is my quick synopsis: Cyprus is a strategic island in the Mediterranean Sea, much prized from time immemorial. It was taken over first by the Neo-Assyrian Empire in 709BC, then the Egyptians, the Persians, the Phoenicians, Alexander the Great and finally the … Read more
I raise my voice. “Where did you come from?” he asks quickly and sternly. “Where the hell do you think? From the Turkish side of course.” A series of stupid questions and equally witty snapbacks later, he starts to soften his tone. He later explains to me that it is a rather strange border crossing, … Read more
I can’t remember if it was the look on her face, or something she asked, but I explain why I came back into the north using my Canadian passport instead of my Czech. I am basically honest, saying I only had one month left here, that they had given me 90 days, but then reduced … Read more
It is the last hundred yards of my stay on the north side of Cyprus. It has been a great two winters here: the people are lovely, they take me in as family; I have a great parking spot on the beach; go to the university for free showers; enjoy the lower cost of living; … Read more
I drive to the capital along the small village roads, stopping occasionally out of protest to buy some more beers from the local village grocery stores. Then, a crafty little idea occurs to me. I park my truck on the north side of the capital and walk across the border as usual. There I do … Read more
I’ll start off this category with my favourite reflection. Although it’s not really a reflection in the perceptive, but rather physical sense, and although it doesn’t really have that much to do with traveling or differences between cultures. But traveling allowed me the opportunity to stumble on this perception, as I probably would not have … Read more
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This is one of the many beautiful people I have met during my travels around the world. Tereza is a saint who brings all stray animals into her home and has a heart of gold. One day she asked me about starting a career as a photographer, that she felt a strong compulsion to take … Read more