wanderers

One of the things I love most about travelling is meeting people that I otherwise never would have met had I sat at home. The world is full of fascinating and inspiring people— people who question, seek and discover.  Worn out soles and sun-kissed noses, that spark in the eye and a well-travelled grin, I feel a connection to these wanderers. I'd like to introduce you to a few of the wonderful people I met in Olympos, people who I would call a friend, though the time we spent together is measured in days.

Meet Tyler, Vagabond Extraordinaire. Tyler has been travelling through Asia for eight months, exploring Thailand, India and Turkey. Tyler and his friend Katie had found themselves helping out in an Istanbul hostel that ended up being well, a hostile experience. Following the advice of someone they had met, our adventurers ended up in Olympos, helping out with the bar at Bayram's. I love a good story, and Tyler is one hell of a storyteller— you simply must check out his blog, Lessons from a Vagabond, where he posts beautiful photographs and candid, fun videos documenting his adventures.

In the blue, we have Ken from Malaysia, who has a list of countries under his belt that would strike any traveller with envy. Behind him is Tom, who works for a human rights organisation and has explored the Middle East in depth, with a warm laugh and a great sense of modesty. In the red jacket is the quiet and adventurous Elise, who has been travelling solo through India for several months. She's got an infectious smile and a calmness about her that I deeply appreciate.

Wrapped in the crimson scarf is my friend Molly, whose husband Aurél is driving a vintage VW van out of Afghanistan to Turkey, where he will pick up Molly and drive to France. The entire adventure is being documented on their blog Combi-Nations, which includes the various projects they are undertaking on their long way home. Their camera obscura portrait project is a must-see for anyone interested in photography and culture.

And lastly, yours truly, grimy from hiking and avoiding the cold showers.
You know my story.