A night at a Turkish truckstop

The truck on the road in eastern Turkey

Sat outside eating an excellent kebab and sipping tea at a trucker’s overnight rest stop with about 60 Turkish truck drivers, striking up basic conversations using google translate. Collecting facebook friends from smiling men who speak no English. The soundtrack is diesel and drilling: engines running to keep refrigeration trailers cold, and gearing down rigs pulling in from the road. A nodding donkey drill a few meters away adds a metronymic clang that thuds through the hubbub like a industrial base line Apparently it runs all night… There are two showers for the ever-swelling ranks of sweaty bodies that have spent hours in a cab behind a wheel. I am one of them. I am off to stand in line.

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