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Ok, waking up from 4 days of site inactivity…

So I made it home on time on Saturday, and was very pleased to see Mum & Dad waiting at the airport to drive me home, which was very kind of them. On the way home, however, I started feeling nauseous… I put it down to travel fatigue and car sickness, but later on that night it became all too clear that Lufthansa had fed me something horribly wrong. Suffice it to say that it didn’t stay in my system very long, and by Monday morning I was feeling back up to 100%, but I had to miss church and a Consort Carititatis rehearsal on Sunday, plus an excellent dinner with friends Sunday night. Still, in the bigger picture, I’m not unhappy… If you’re going to get sick (and you are) the best time to do it is on the way HOME from your two month holiday in Europe.

The week so far has been slow and generally lazy, although I had a burst of high energy yesterday helping Kelly and Diane unpack a van full of Consort Caritatis’ office files yesterday. (Heavy filing cabinets up a flight of stairs… ooog.) Tuesday night I showed up at the end of the Exultate rehearsal to see the gang, and ended up going with them to Tracy’s house for beer & (gourmet!) pizza. Yesterday night Molly took me to the symphony to see the TSO perform an excellent programme of Russian music. Other than all of that, I’ve basically been getting in the mood for Star Wars by playing the new Jedi Knight video game, which came out while I was away. (It’s good, and parts of it are excellent, but it’s not as consistently good as the last one.)

Today Hoover comes home! My cat’s been boarding with my parents for the last four months, but they’re bringing her back this afternoon… Hooray!

Going home!

Saturday, May 11 12:57

Weather: Partly cloudy, hazy, windy but warm.

Location: Millennium lounge, Istanbul airport.

I’m on my way… Had a nice morning this morning doing a double-time tour through the Imperial Palace. I think I saw all of the stuff that comes with the basic entry charge, and clearly didn’t have time to go through the Harem or the Imperial Treasury (an extra 15,000,000 TLR each). The Sultan had a pretty sweet pad! The palace has wonderful views over the Bosphorus and the Halic, and its interior design and luxury was at a very similar level to the Forbidden City in Beijing, though not quite as large. On display were some wonderful relics (real hairs of the prophet! His sandals!), swords, paintings of the Sultans (though I thought those were frowned upon by Islam), royal robes, a collection of china, etc. The Palace was full of tourists, mostly Turkish (it is, after all, Saturday), but was plenty large enough to lose them in.

I got back to the hostel at 11am, just in time for a quick cup of tea with the young owners on their patio before the shuttle bus came to take me to the airport.

Well, it’s too soon for me to do a debrief on this trip… Too much to cover, as well! I think it may take me a while to come up with a coherent view of it, except to say that it was probably the best trip I’ve ever done, and I really really want to come back to many of these countries and see them all on a more leisurely schedule! I’m looking forward to getting home, of course, but would visit any of these countries again in a heartbeat. And to all the people I met on my trip… tasekkur ederim! (Thank you in Turkish.) It wouldn’t have been nearly as much fun without you. Please come visit me in Toronto!

The last day

7:14pm

I’ve having a hell of a time trying to type properly. After the hammam visit (which was WONDERFUL) I feel a little shaky…

A great way to spend the last day. The boat trip was relaxing, and there were indeed some impressive views of palaces and castles on either side. From the far end, the little town of Anadolu Kavagi, there was a great view of the Black Sea and all the tankers and freighters passing back and forth. Anadolu Kavagi had a ruined castle, but it looked much more impressive from the boat than it was up close, strewn with litter and in places badly marked up with graffiti. Back in the town I had a nice prix fixe lunch at one of the many fish restaurants catering to the tourists on the ferry, then had a brief nap in the sun before getting back on the ferry to return to Istanbul.

Back in town I went back to the hostel, settled my bill and booked a minibus to the airport for tomorrow. When I told my hosts I was planning to go to a hammam next, one of them offered to take me since he was going as well. We walked along the tram line to Gedikpasa, where we ducked down a side street and found the Gedikpasa Bath, established in 1475!!

The experience started with changing into a towel. Each guest gets an individual little change room in the Camegah (entry area), with a padlock on the door: you change, lock the door and take the key with you. The next room was the Sogukluk (cool room), which I went straight through to the main room, the Gobek Tasi, which has a large heated marble platform in the middle, and little satellite rooms off of each corner and side. Each room has a domed roof, pierced with little light wells to let in the sun, though that rather dim light was supplanted with lots of electrics as well.

After a wash in one of the side rooms, I soaked up the heat in the sauna for 10 minutes or so, then went back to one of the other rooms and dumped more hot water over me. After about 10 more minutes, a masseur called me back out into the main room. He gave me about 15 minutes of personal attention, starting with a scrapy scrub with a rough soapy cloth, then a fabulous massage, with lots of hot soapy water, and then a sort of bubble bath, followed by a rinse. It was wonderful.

After making sure I’d got the point that he expected a tip, the masseur left me and I wandered back into the cold room, where I went into the cold pool, which felt great after all the heat. A quick shower, and I was almost done: back in my change room another guy showed up with a pile of towels and wrapped me up thoroughly.

So that’s why I’m feeling a bit wobbly… Still, not much left to do today. The son & lumiere starts at the Blue Mosque in an hour, and then I think I might just go to bed!

Up the river

Friday, May 10, 2002 10:25

Weather: Cool, scattered cloud.

Location: Onboard a ferry boat, aboout to leave on a cruise of the Bosphorus.

I had a great evening yesterday with Jean and Oliver. After dinner we decided to go to a jazz bar in Beyoglu. We walked there, which took quite a while, past Eminonu, across the bridge, and up through some dark, very steep and fairly narrow streets towards the main pedestrian streen, Istiklal Caddesi. Though it wasn’t too late–about 10:30–most of the streets were empty, with only a few hopeful taxi cabs cruising around.

Istiklal Caddesi has a tram line running down the middle, but though I had hopes of seeing the 19th C. tram, I guess it doesn’t run in the evenings. As we walked down the street we came across more and more people, and found shops that were still open. This was clearly Istanbul’s night life district.

At the far end of Istiklal Caddesi we came to Taksim, a large square surrounded by tall international hotels. Oliver’s Lonely Planet had suggested jazz bars in two of the hotels on the square, but it seems both have closed or been converted to other uses. The one in the Hyatt, Henry’s, was renamed “Gossip” and is now a 60’s styled pickup joint complete with a psychodelic light pattern on one of the walls.

Disappointed, we gave up on the jazz bar idea and settled for a congenial outdoor pub partway back along Istiklal Caddesi. Taken by a sudden craving, Jean headed off and returned with three takeout servings of rice pudding, which we devoured before going back to our beer.

After a hair-raising taxi ride back to Sultanhamet, we said goodnight. I’m hoping to meet them at the Blue Mosque’s sound and light show tonight.

Today is my last full day in Istanbul! I’m going to spend most of the day up the Bosphorus, which promises to provide good views of villages and castles along the waterfront. The boat back doesn’t leave until 3pm, so I hope there’s plenty to see in Anadolu Kavagi! After that, the plan is to hit a hammam for a massage before the sound & light show.

Tomorrow morning, I’ll cram in a final museum: the Imperial Palace. Then off to the airport!

Museum Day

Thursday, May 9, 2002 20:36

Weather: High cloud, lots of sun, cool.

Location: Rooftop patio of the Hotel Antique, SW of the Blue Mosque, Istanbul.

I met a Canadian and a Singaporean travelling through Turkey together, Oliver & Jean, and suggested we meet later for a drink. When we got together, they suggested going back to their hotel, where they’ve arranged permission to use the little kitchen on the roof. I bought a bottle of wine, and we’re working on a grilled fish with saffron rice and beans with garlic. Smells yummy!

Today was Museum Day: the Turkish & Islamic Arts Museum this morning, and the three buildings of the Istanbul Archaeological Museum this afternoon. By the end of that, I was totally museum-ed out, and still felt like I hadn’t seen much of the city, since everything I’ve seen for the last two days has been in one district, Sultanhamet. So I walked downhill towards the Halic (Golden Horn), the strait separating the old city (where I am) from Beyoglu to the north.

Here I found fewer tourists and many, many more Turks: the Eminonu district has a lot of stores and is a transport hub, with a busy ferry dock that I plan to return to tomorrow to catch a trip up the Bosphorus. The area actually felt a bit like Hong Kong, with the unrestrained capitalism and crush of people I remember from there.

As for the museums, they were all good, though short on context. A good guide book might have helped, though many of the other visitors seemed to have gone one better and hired an actual guide.

Instanbul (not Constantinople)

Wednesday, May 8, 2002 15:02

Weather: Partly cloudy. Hah! News to report at last!

Location: Upper Gallery, Aya Sofya, Istanbul.

Having paid 15,000,000 TLR to enter Aya Sofya and another 15,000,000 to get access to the Upper Galleries, I’m in no hurry to leave. This is a strangely haunted building, with little artificial light so parts of the structure are in deep shadow even with the bright sunlight outside streaming through the windows. All of the trappings of a Christian church have long since been stripped out–it was converted into a mosque after the Ottoman conquest in 1453–but a few of the glittering mosaics on the walls up here were merely covered over and are now starting to be restored.

This is a huge building, almost as big as St. Peter’s in Rome, though in a square shape, rather than cruciform. Up here the clamour of the tour groups below merges together with the echoes into a constant babble, almost mystic in quality.

Istanbul! I confess that even now my heart is not in it as much as it should be. There’s certainly a lot to see, and my pension is perfectly located in the heart of Sultanahmet, just down the hill from Aya Sofya and backing onto the Imperial Palace walls. I can’t wait to get home to Toronto, though, and was actually thinking of changing my ticket and coming home tomorrow, before I realized how much I’d later regret missing the opportunity to see this city. No matter. Saturday is close enough!

My bus pulled into Istanbul’s enormous bus station at 7:45 this morning. “Enormous” doesn’t really do it justice. It’s a hexagonal set of buildings the size of a major airport terminal, with enough room for the dozens of bus companies and hundreds of buses that use it. After an uncertain delay, I managed to get on a complimentary minibus heading downtown, which let me off at a tram station. From there it was six stops on very crowded trams during rush hour to Gulhame, at the foot of the road where the Coskun Pension sits, where I had a reserved room.

Despite my early arrival, Coskun were kind enough to let me into my room. It’s a bit small, and smells of fresh paint: I’m the first guest in it, a recent expansion. But it has a little bathroom, so my first three priorities (toilet, laundry, shower) were easily cleared away.

Next step was breakfast, Turkish-style, in a cafe near the Blue Mosque: a small omelette, with olives, cheese, tomato, onion, lettuce and lots of fresh bread, and a thick black Turkish coffee.

Thus restored, I spent the remaining hour of the morning going into the Blue Mosque, which has an exquisite interior but is not a lot visit, as there is only the one room (and foreign visitors are only allowed in one section of it).

My next step was an Internet cafe, where I caught up on a couple of emails but was unable to update the Blog, due to security setting issues on the terminal. I’ll try and find another one later.

Lunch was a delicious yogurt salad, followed by chicken kebab, served with a flat bread not unlike naan. Now I should get moving. The Gallery is due to close soon, and I need to see the rest of this church. More to follow!

Ephesus

Tuesday, May 7, 2002 18:42

Weather: Warm & sunny, nice breeze.

Location: Ephesus restaurant, Selcuk.

A good day! I got a lot done. After a comfortable night at the Barim Pension, I enjoyed a sit down (on the floor cushion) breakfast and headed out. I picked up a map at the nearby tourist office, and set out to walk to Ephese, 3km down the road. I probably made it about 30m before a passing moped guy asked if I wated a ride for 1,500,000 TLR, which seemed fair, so I hopped on.

Ephesus itself was densely populated with busloads of tourists, but despite all that was genuinely stunning: the ruins of a Roman city of 250,000 people, including houses, temples, markets, two arenas and a brothel, all abandoned to time, Turks and earthquakes when the harbour silted solid. The most spectacular building was the library, restored in 1978 by an Austrian archaeological team, presumably out of guilt over the number of Ephesian artifacts resident in Vienna. The Grand Theatre was half again as big as the one in Epidaurus, though not in active use and with slightly less impressive acoustics. (Still good solid Greek design, though adapted by the Romans for public benefits like executions and throwing people to lions.)

I left Ephesus past the hippodrome (closed to the public) and walked a couple of km up a side road to the Cave of the Seven Sleepers, which, in contrast with Ephesus, had none (0) tour buses or tourists, despite the entrance fee of zero (0) TLR. There wasn’t, admittedly, a lot to see — a ruined tomb, whose gate was locked anyway so it wasn’t possible to get too close — but the view back to Selcuk was good, and getting away from the bus tours so wonderful, that I ate it up anyway.

From there I walked back into town for lunch at a Turkish pizza parlour. Mine had a thin layer of ground spicy meat, no cheese or tomatoes, maybe some onion mixed in, absolutely delicious.

Next stop after lunch was the museum in town, not large, but with many interesting objects from Ephesus, including statues and mosaics, rescued from the hordes tramping through and brought to this safe refuge for study. I noted how many of the Roman emperors depicted in noble statues were the ones generally considered Bad by posterity, whereas the Good ones tended to get short shrift.

After the mueum I tracked down an Internet cafe and updated the Blog. While I was walking there, I passed a large open area where a few hundred students were practicing one of those complicated choreographed dances that are used for Olympic opening ceremonies and celebrations of the Great Leader’s birthday in North Korea. While I was in the cafe, another horde of children went past, banging on drums and blowing trumpets. Apparently this is all in preparation for Youth and Sports Day on May 19. Since April 23 was National Sovereignty and Children’s Day, when apparently students might be expected to do performance art as well, I wonder how much these kids actually learn in their spring semesters.

For the rest of the afternoon I saw the other “obligatory” sights of Selcuk: the (ruined) church of St. John (under painstakingly slow restoration) and the (only slightly ruined) Isa Bay mosque, big and therefore another tour bus destination.

Before dinner I had a fruitless search for a Herald Tribune, during which I was intercepted by a jewelry shop owner and her two New Zealander friends, all three polishing silver rings and drinking apple tea. They invited me to join them, and (surprise) it turned out that the Kiwis were working in London and travelling in Europe for a couple of months.

Julia, the silver shop owner, recommended this restaurant which has indeed been excellent. My bus to Istanbul leaves in two hours…

Selcuk

20:37

Location: Ejder Restaurant in Selcuk, Turkey

I like Turkey already. It feels like the rules–and the prices–are being invented moment-to-moment, like my 4,000,000 TLR meal (salad normally 1,000,000, for you 500,000…) and my 22,000,000 bus ticket to Istanbul tomorrow night, arranged within 10 minutes of my arrival in Selcuk, possibly even more efficient than the automatic ticket machines in Madrid. After the last couple of days of enforced inactivity, it feels great to be on the road again.

The ferry trip over was sunny, funny and cost a LOT of money. Funny, because two ferries left simultaneously and raced across neck-in-neck (mine lost). Expensive, because on top of the very un-Greek 30 euros for the 90 minute trip (more than the overnight couchette to Samos) there was a 8.80 euro port tax in Vathi, another 13 euro tax in Kusadasi, and 20 euros for passport visa to enter Turkey… Ouch!

Kusadasi was full of tourists and carpet salesmen, all cheerfully engaged in trying to persuade each other that a sale was, or was not, an inevitable part of life. I had no trouble getting directions to the minibus (dolmus) stop, which was far better organized than the equivalent Grands Taxis in Morocco. On the way over, a very fancy ATM with a full-colour touch-sensitive screen coughed up ridiculously large denominations with practiced easy, the exchange rate being 1,000,000 Turkish Lira to CND$1.16.

In Selcuk the dolmus dropped me at the autogar (bus station), and my prior reservation quickly cleared the area of would-be room salesmen, each of whom offered directions to my pension as a parting gesture of goodwill. When I started looking around for a bus schedule for tomorrow, one of the touts took me under his arm to the appropriate sales office. A short time later I was checked in at the hostel, with a full day of Ephesus time available tomorrow between the 8am breakfast (included) and my 21:30 bus.

All in all, not bad considering my ferry only docked 2 1/2 hours ago!

Whatever happened to…

Hilarious inpassing.org quote for the day:

“She actually likes to have her office hours outside the office, near the window overlooking the plaza.”

“Down the hall? Why?”

“She says when she’s in a bad mood she likes to watch dumb people walk into the sliding glass door.”

–Two girls outside Sproul Hall

An exchange of intelligence

Monday, May 6, 2002 10:30

Weather: Hot & sunny. I’m going to have to leave this section out, in future: no news to report.

Location: Aolis hotel cafe, Vathi, Samos.

Well, I’ve pretty much had enough time in Greece. I’m ready to move on. I’ve check out of the hostel, dumped my pack at the local travel office (free storage) and I’m enjoying a cappucino with a couple of chocolate-covered coffee beans and a miniature cookie in one of the harbourfront cafes. I don’t recognize the music playing, but it’s good: sounds like it could be early Leonard Cohen. I have about 5 hours to kill before the travel office closes, by when I have to be back, and my ferry leaves about an hour after that.

Yesterday afternoon was a writeoff. I read my book, watched some Greek TV, and went for a brief swim in the rather disappointing Gregou beach, north-west of the town. After a shower, I met Sahn and Kerry and we found a good bar for a couple of drinks before dinner. They’re yet more of the seemingly endless numbers of Australians working in London. As they’d just come from Turkey, I got some useful information on how the buses work (very well), the markets (chaotic), and the hammams (good, but best to stick to the tourist-oriented ones). In exchange I told them about my Greek islands experience, and suggested they skip Athens and see some of the mainland instead.

It turned out that they were staying at the same hostel as me, the Pension “Dreams”, so after an excellent dinner at Taverna Gregoris in town we walked back, and I hauled out my Lonely Planet and gave them the Greek section, which I won’t need any more. Kerry noticed that someone had abandoned sections photocopied from a Turkey guidebook on the table in the hall, so I picked them up and we’re all happy.

Most important lesson of the whole trip: talk to strangers!