Back To Istanbul — The End Of The Journey I parked the rental. Left my stuff. And walked around town. I spent time getting sunrise photos. When I started seeing people lining up for the ferry, I went back, grabbed my things, and joined the line. This time? I was in the front. It took a while to open, but when it did, everything went smoothly. Smaller ferry. Smaller crowd. Left on time. Arrived on time. I got out quickly and rushed to immigration. Earlier, I hired a private dr

SAMOS — THE ISLAND I ALMOST HATED The Ferry From Hell — 5 Hours To Get Into Greece The next morning I gathered all my things and had the hotel call me a taxi. It was the same guy from before, and he was like: "Why didn’t you call me?" I literally said something like: "Well, you’re here anyway, right?" 😂 He didn’t really have anything to say. He took me to the ferry. I already had a built-up expectation for ferries to Greek islands. I was expecting: "Easy peasy fa shizzee." �

KUŞADASI — THE CITY I USED AS A BASE The next part of the trip would take me to Kuşadası because the main goal was getting to the Greek island of Samos. For some reason, I couldn’t find a ferry route that worked from Chios to Samos. It was all good, I guess. So I was staying in Kuşadası, but the main goal was Ephesus, a place my boy told me about. I never heard of it. I knew nothing about Turkey, so this was just another example of me learning about a place after I arrived. A