31st January 2015 – Bursa, Turkey
The night is falling, and the tea glasses are gathering steamThe wind howls on me like I scorned in fret.In the midst of this esoteric part of Turkey,I found a stairway to heaven, in a crowded market.
Yeayy, finally we went to Bursa today, after nearly 5 days of staying lazy in Gorukle.
We were supposed to go the Grand mosque, but as luck would have it – or rather our hunger pangs would have it – we ended up hanging around the Koza Han.
Koza han was formerly a silk market. Or wait, it still is, but it has also given ways to planty of cafes and even a small mosque in the middle of it. We hung out over some Turkish Tea, and then tried to have an authentic Bursa kebab. Ended up getting ripped off, by getting a Bursa kabob plate for 25 Liras. Cheeky trick by the shop: when we asked for the menu, they said there was no menu!
The rest of the night was spent clicking around the centre of the Koza Han, where a small little ladder way led to a little mosque.