On being lost

I am in Turkey this week.  (Where else can you go where the secularists are protesting in the streets!  Awesome.)  Aside from seeing things, I like to travel for the challenge.

Getting to that interesting restaurant reviewed in the New York Times you have to find the ferry station, purchase the right ticket, get off at the right stop, find the restaurant on the streets with no names (ah there’s the bull statue! must be somewhere to the east!) and overall get lost many times.  It’s a bit like running a marathon but the honeyed pumpkin at the finish line tastes sweeter for all the running.

I don’t like being lost, but I like having been lost.


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