Istanbullus really like fishing. Almost any time of day, in any weather, there are always dozens of men lining the bridges and walkways of the Bosphorus, long rods in hand, catching tiny little fish.
They stand there for hours, bringing in these sardine-like fish, which they fill their buckets with. I guess they are good eating...
It's quite impressive how determined and intrepid they are. I once walked across the Galata bridge (most popular fishing spot) on a snowy January day, when it a sharp wind was sending cuttingly cold snow almost horizontally, and was surprised to see quite a number of guys wrapped up in scarves, pulling in their tiny little fish.
I guess a love of fishing is one of those border-less, universal guy things that men have in common.
Istanbullus really like fishing. Almost any time of day, in any weather, there are always dozens of men lining the bridges and walkways of the Bosphorus, long rods in hand, catching tiny little fish.
They stand there for hours, bringing in these sardine-like fish, which they fill their buckets with. I guess they are good eating...
It's quite impressive how determined and intrepid they are. I once walked across the Galata bridge (most popular fishing spot) on a snowy January day, when it a sharp wind was sending cuttingly cold snow almost horizontally, and was surprised to see quite a number of guys wrapped up in scarves, pulling in their tiny little fish.
I guess a love of fishing is one of those border-less, universal guy things that men have in common.
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