We finally reached Lake Van, and I was overwhelmed by the sight of water. The lake was a sea, the calmest blue, the first I had seen since Tuz Gölü. We walked along its edge until night fell.
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Harika is the Turkish word for wonderful, marvellous, extraordinary. It has always been one of my most favourite words, for both its meaning and the pleasure of pronouncing it.
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