2nd February 2015 – Bursa, Turkey
This city had a lot more to show, than one large mosque. I felt like if I left too soon, only that singular image stays. So, a walk was in order, and the straining of my neck too. And I keep finding many of those gems, in hidden alleyways.
I was supposed to leave to Izmir today. Went to the bus agency (Nilufer) and tried to buy a ticket, only to be told that the seats were all sold out for today until 5 PM. And if I went in the 5 pm bus, the chances of me waking up my CS host late in the night, were very high. So, I stayed put in Gorukle.
But I did go to Bursa for a bit, to mend my broken watch which had withstood the assault of the mele cascades in Vanuatu, the craziness of the Souq Waqif in Qatar, the fires of Varanasi, the cold winds of Bhutan, and the beautiful shores of Maldives. But the strap was about to break into 2, and I tried to find a repair shop which could fix it.
On the way though, there were some neatly hidden mosques everywhere in Bursa. Like the Tuzpazari mosque and the Green mosque, which are quite difficult to find out, especially because of the lack of English signboards. They may not be as grand as the grand mosque, but was still worth spending some time in.