I don’t like hot, crowded places, and I don’t like to let other people drive. And yet, here I was, weaving in and out of traffic on a hot, crowded dolmuş, on the Asian side of Istanbul, with a nearsighted madman at the wheel... and I was smiling. Something was wrong with me.
First, they call this little bus a “dolmuş” because just like the Turkish and Greek dish, “dolmuş” (that grape leaf thing they fill with rice), they keep packing it until it is stuffed. And this little blue bus was stuffed today.
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