Me and the puzzled travellers
We searched the ground for wealth
And scoured the dreaming valleys
On days where shadows melt
Digging for the blue and the green
Constant in opal or ultramarine
If you could only find yourself that way…
Steve Kilbey, The Church
It’s a lovely fall day on the Bosphorus. Sunny with a scattering of cloud, and the water heaving with steady chop. Asia’s over there, just a short ride away. And the straits are clogged with ships bearing every possible shade of rust.
Today the shipping is modern, but I could have sworn I heard Jason and his Argonauts paddle through in search of the Golden Fleece. Or perhaps I just drank too much Turkish coffee…
I landed a couple hours ago, after a short flight over the paradise isles of the Ionian Sea, the rugged mountain spine of Albania, and an Aegean sadly shrouded in cloud. It feels like a good time to get lost in narrow alleys and winding bazaar aisles. But I wanted to share a few quick snapshots with you before I go…
Perhaps these streets will teach me the meaning behind these final cryptic lines of the song.
Thinking of all that I left behind
Down in the shaft when my mind was blind
But you couldn’t even find yourself that way
Or perhaps I’ll generate a meaning of my own…
