Saying goodbye to Bursa—and its many feline residents—was a little bittersweet, but the road was calling and the next adventure awaited. What I had been quietly dreading turned out to be unexpectedly magical.
Just fifteen minutes into the bus ride from Bursa to Afyonkarahisar, the world transformed. Snow-topped trees lined the road like a perfectly choreographed guard of honour, escorting me almost the entire way. It wasn’t snowing anymore, but overnight had left a generous dusting, enough to turn the landscape into something straight out of a winter fairytale.
The photos don’t quite do it justice—but that’s alright. Some moments are meant to live only in memory, and this was one of them. ❄️✨
I will never forget El Beto who got to play with the other cats, climb stairs, jump up on the bed. He had been shut in a room for most of his days since he was a kitten as Nisa was told he was blind and Epileptic. She promises me she will get him reassessed as this is obviously not the case.
