It turns out that following the guy in the bad suit, wasn’t such a bad idea after all. He walked us right to the guest hose we had chosen, the Otel Gunes in Central Bursa, talked with the family that ran the place to make sure they had a room and then shook my hand and gave a merry wave before heading off. This kind of kindness from strangers we found to be common in Turkey and unlike in Morocco, the strangers didn’t ask us for anything. They didn’t ask for our phone numbers, emails, for us to visit their uncle’s carpet shops, about starting a business, or anything else. Turkey is the home to unpremeditated kindness that isn’t looking for something in return.