Eminonu Square today

When I was in my early 20s,

I spent nearly a year traveling overland in a Land Rover from London to Calcutta. One of my favorite picture-taking techniques during this greatest adventure in my life was to stand in a single location and take photographs in every direction.

In my last PT post I showed a series of photographs I took on February 17, 1976. Thirty-four years later, these photographs reminded me of how wide awake and curious I had once been. And now, I asked readers, "Where in the World was Lee?" -- a double entendre suggesting "where in the world was the adventurous guy I used to be" and "where in the world was I standing when I took those photographs" so many years ago. 

I gave the following clues: I was somewhere between Budapest and Calcutta in a city that had been the capital of a major religion and a great empire. Nearby there was a famous steam bath where the attendants still pummeled the stress out of you.

Only one reader got the right answer. Nuray Onoglu (left), who had just finished translating UNFINISHED BUSINESS into Turkish, correctly noted that I was standing in the middle of Istanbul's Eminonu Square (above). "In 1976 when you traveled from Istanbul to Tehran, you must have passed through my home town Erzincan," she added. "I was in high school at the time and had no hope of going to university because my family was reluctant to send me to a big city for a university education. But two years later they moved to Izmir, where I still live, and I ended up studying geology and becoming a paleontologist. I had to retire at a relatively young age and started translating books and happened to translate your book! Isn't life curious?"

It is!

Coming up in Unfinished Business: the winner of Part II of the "Where in the World Was Lee?" contest.

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