samsun’s version of a_weekend_in_a_cheap_affordable_city

i didn’t plan to write this post but here we are samsun. 6.82 feels like a number i shouldn’t trust. the humidity is 87% and it’s basically a swamp with a collar but somehow the air still smells like burnt toast. i mostly slept in a park because my hostel’s ac decided to go on a vacation last night. if you ask the guy who runs it he’ll say it’s ‘rustic charm’ but i think he’s just mad his fridge died again.

i just checked and it's 6.82 like someone pulled a cold snap out of a pantry. hope you don’t mind being wrapped in a dew blanket. if you do, maybe go to that Yelp page someone mentioned-the one called ‘samsun’s_surprises’-though i heard from a drunk tourist it’s just a fancy name for a parking lot with a bunch of broken benches.

if you get bored, ankara is a 4-hour drive and feels like a different planet. someone told me that. i think it’s true because the last time i drove there, a sheep stared at me for 10 minutes. not cool.

i overheard a local saying that the seafood here is ‘too fresh’ which is code for ‘maybe don’t eat it.’ another drunk at the bar said the tap water tastes like regret. i’m not sure which one to believe.

p.s. check out this TripAdvisor link if you’re desperate. also look at Yelp’s page for places that hate you. and don’t miss the local board where everyone posts about ghosts in the central station.

i swear the neighbor cat thought i was a squirrel. it chased me for 5 minutes. weird. if you ask the old man on the street corner he’ll tell you samson is a name that’s pronounced like ‘samson the potato.’ absurd, right?