Istanbul
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The Orient Express, terminating at Luton Airport
It is late night in Brighton, and from my flat window I can hear one of the last trains crossing the ten million bricks of London Road viaduct. Arriving back from Istanbul was a strange, jarring thing. I had only been in the city for five nights, but as always, had adapted quickly. Street cats, Read more
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Cheery marauding street dogs
I’m in Istanbul for a wedding. My friend has lived here for years and I’ve visited when I can, but this is my first time in summer for a while. The airport was pristine: a less honest gateway to a chaotic city than London’s claustrophobic Gatwick. We were picked up by a pimp-my-ride people carrier Read more
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