Ello Mates, so where did we leave off? Ohh
yeah, I was destitute, hungry, and deaf sitting in the Zurich International
Airport. After I left Switzerland, everything seemed to get better.
Friday 22 March 2013
7:22 AM
Antique Hostel Room #3
Wow was it ever great to wake up in a real
bed, I thought to myself as the annoying buzz of my phone persisted. The sky
was overcast, but I didn’t mind. I was in Istanbul. Today I was indomitable!
Grabbing a change of clothes, I took a quick shower, and then went up to the
rooftop terrace where breakfast was being served. Picky people are hungry
people. When you’re travelling especially, I feel it is important to avoid being
hungry.
So I filled my plate up with a number of
things that I normally wouldn’t associate with breakfast. Unfortunately bacon
is strictly off the menu in Turkey. Incidentally, these were also things I
wouldn’t normally choose to eat, such as a pasta salad thing, and some
particularly pungent cheese. I forced myself to eat them anyway, and I have to
confess it wasn’t my cup of tea. Speaking of tea, they didn’t have tea, but
they did have coffee which I thought was really quite good, although a number
of other people seemed less than impressed. As my father would say, there’s no
accounting for taste.
Alright so I had a big day ahead of me, a
big city, a lot to see, and a decent idea of where I wanted to start. The
tricky bit was I had to do something with my stuff, because I wasn’t spending
this night in the hostel, but rather on the night bus to Selçuk. I had
partially come prepared for this, because I had brought all of my things in a
large travel backpack and a shoulder bag. I could lug my stuff around with me
all day if I had to, but I honestly wasn’t very keen on the idea. Luckily my hostel
had the answer. Since they deal with travellers in this situation they have a
luggage room which I was allowed to leave my large travel backpack in, while I
explored the city. I decided it would be safer for me to carry my laptop and
passport on me in my shoulder bag (which was locked). In hindsight, I really
just created more work for myself, but I felt better about it so that’s all
that counts.
So I left the hostel, and headed to
Sultenahamet square. It was close to 10:00 in the morning, and the square was
buzzing with tourists and random Turkish Salesmen. I went to the nearest cash
point, and pulled 350TL, which I felt confident, would be more than enough
spending money for my time here.
Note: 350TL (Turkish lira) is somewhere in
the ballpark of $200, which incidentally is the maximum my debit card can pull
per day. As for the currency goes, there is a money symbol for the Turkish Lira
which resembles a backwards J with two diagonal slashes going through the main
stem bit. This symbol was devised in 2012 by the Turkish government, and
because it is so new, it is not available on my laptop, and I imagine a good
number of your laptops. It is still very common to see the lira represented as
TL, and so if you were confused, you shouldn’t be now.
Anyway, so where to first? Sultenahamet
Square poses an immediate dilemma to any first-time visitor to Istanbul. On one
side of the square is the magnificent Sultan Ahmed Mosque, better known as the
Blue Mosque, and on the other side of the square is the Hagia Sofia, known by
the locals as the Aya Sofia.
Being a fan of the Byzantine Empire, there
really wasn’t much of a choice. So I walked towards the Aya Sofia, following a
smaller street that seemed to run along one side of it. It wasn’t long before I
saw an entrance with a guard and a sign that said free entry. Free is my favourite price, and so I walked in. This however, was not the entrance to the
Hagia Sofia. Instead this was a series of small domed buildings that were
square on the outside and octagonal on the inside. Before I entered each
building I was required to remove my shoes. This is not a religious
requirement, but rather to help keep the floors clean.
I’ll never forget walking on the green
felt carpet into a large domed room that smelt heavily of incense. Directly in
front of me were at least thirty strange pentagonal sarcophagi of varying
sizes, all of which were covered with the same green felt as the carpet. You
couldn’t walk amongst the sarcophagi, because they were fenced off by a wooden
fence that circled them. However one could walk around the perimeter of the
room, allowing the best possible view of the real reason why tourists would be
interested in this room, the ceiling. Wow…
double wow. The ceilings were covered with 16th century
Islamic patterns and designs. Yep, I was in Turkey alright. This was worth
sleeping on a bench in the Zurich airport for.
I continued on examining each of the
little cemeteries. For some reason, I felt the need to completely tie and untie
my shoes before and after visiting each one. Looking back, I’m not really sure
why. Either way, there were I think six buildings all together. The number of
sarcophagi ranged from almost fifty to about five, but the real treat for me
was seeing a new beautifully decorated ceiling every time. Wow, simply wow.
These buildings are in a courtyard that is
directly adjacent to the Aya Sofia, but there is no way to get in from here, so
I decided to exit the courtyard and continue along the side street I had begun
on. There were several small tables set up, each filled with a wide assortment
of very touristy, very overpriced, souvenirs. This is where I learned lesson 1
of proper procedure for the Turkish market place.
Looking is free, but don’t look too
closely.
When you look too closely, you draw the
attention of whoever is selling their merchandise. Now I want you to pause for
a moment, and imagine the opening scene from Aladdin (if you haven’t seen it
before, get out from under that rock you obviously live under and go watch it).
So there’s the guy who’s got the stand full of, let’s be honest, useless junk.
So he comes up to the person and begins to relentlessly offer the merchandise,
moving from one item to the next. This is only slightly an exaggeration of the
way Turkish salespeople act. The trick I eventually learned to combat this with
was to feign interest in a particular item, listen to the price, and then say
you’re going to think about it. I would usually repeat “I’ll think about it” a
few times and tap on my hat with my right index finger to indicate the
potential usage of the grey matter that resided beneath it.
I continued on from these stands until I
found one that was selling fresh squeezed juice. Ever since Belize, I’ve been a
sucker for fresh squeezed orange juice, so was it worth 5TL, probably not but
we all have our weak moments.
This road eventually opened up to another
square with a large gate, guarded by two men. When I say guarded, I mean they
had assault rifles, which didn’t seem to be all that big of a deal because all
sorts of people (all of which appeared to be tourists) were walking in and out
of the gate without so much as batting an eye. I would later find out that this
was the entrance to Topkapi Palace, but at the time I wasn’t very keen on
walking past the very well armed guards, and so I continued left around the
Hagia Sofia.
I ended up circling the whole building
before arriving back in Sultanahamet square. Needless to say, I’m a bit thick.
The entrance was in the Square all along. I examined this entrance noticing two
queues. It took me a moment or two to work out what was going on, until I
realized that there was one queue to buy tickets and another one to actually
get in. Doing some mental math, I calculated that it would take about an hour
to get inside. There was too much to see to wait in a queue for an hour, so I
decided to go back later.
So I wandered towards the Blue Mosque. I
was happy to find out that the Blue Mosque was free. I was less than happy to
find out that I could only enter the Mosque at non praying times, which
wouldn’t be for another few hours. So I’d go back later.
Darn it…
the two big attractions on the square were a bust. Feeling a bit
dejected, I wandered around the Blue Mosque, until a man stopped me outside a
Rug shop. He insisted on selling me a fine Turkish rug, and so I went in
knowing full well that I wouldn’t be able to afford anything in there. I
suppose it’s a good business technique on their part, but they roll out rug
after beautiful rug to make you really want one, and then they tell you the
price. Ouch… the lowest I could
negotiate for a tiny little door mat was $100. I wasn’t paying $100 for a door
mat. This annoyed the man, after having rolled out a large number of rugs
for me, I could see why. However, in my defence I never really asked him to do
that so I didn’t feel all that bad. I would later learn that Turkish rug
salesmen often prey on old couples (who often have a lot of money). Since I am
neither old nor wealthy, I’m not sure why they chose me.
Anyway, I made it back to the Square, and
decided it was about lunch time. There was a boy selling roast corn on the cob.
I thought that was too funny to see in Turkey, and so I bought some. I think it
was 1.5TL. It was the worst corn on the cob I’d ever had in my life, but it
filled me up. Tourist food, not so good. Another lesson learned.
I found a map of attractions in the city,
and amongst those shown was the Grand Bazaar, which was only a short walk from
here, and the Egyptian Spice Bazaar, which was a short walk from there. I was
going shopping.
The walk down the main street, was rather
fun, there were shops everywhere, and people bustling about. It was nice
because only about 50% of the people here were tourists. Not that I stuck
around to chat with the locals. I was on a mission.
That mission was temporarily postponed
when I got to a square with large stone pillar made of reddish stone and held
together by metal braces. There were a large number of tourists here, all of
whom seemed to be far more interested in the pigeons that clustered around the centre
of the square. What they didn’t realize, was that this pillar once had a statue
on it. This was old, very old. This once held a monument to Emperor Constantine
(the reason the city was called Constantinople for a thousand years). If you
haven’t picked up on this yet, I’m really a lot more interested in the
Byzantine Empire than I am in the Ottoman Turks. What can I say, I’ve got Roman
heritage. In a small way this is tracing roots for me.
Anyway, I left the pillar, and continued
on until I found an entrance to the Grand Bazaar. This is an amazing,
disorientating labyrinth of literally thousands of shops. It is incredibly easy
to get lost, especially on your first visit. The shops more or less are divided
very generally by genre. Unfortunately, I walked into the very high end area
selling expensive jewellery designer clothes, and expensive Turkish Leather
jackets. I eventually wound up in a less pricey more knickknacky area. It is
here that I learned rule 2.
Everything is negotiable. The following
mock dialogue is a good example of this.
I like this [insert item
here] how much?
40TL, but for you my friend,
35TL
Ehh… I dunno.
30TL
I’ve only got 25TL on me.
… Okay. 25TL
There are two things I should mention
here. First, the price was never 40TL,
and it was likely not even 35TL. Most likely it was either 30TL or something
close to that. Second, I had more than 25TL on me. There is absolutely no
reason the salesmen should know that. This is a trick I learned from my best
friend Cameron. In the Bazaar I found that it is helpful to carry your money in
several pockets in several varying small amounts. If you keep track of your
pockets well, you can know to pull from the right pocket making it appear as if
that really is all you had on you. I suppose this also is beneficial as a pick
pocket defence because if you were unlucky enough to get pick pocketed, you
wouldn’t have all your money in the same place.
Anyway, I must have spent two hours
wandering about the Grand Bazaar, buying all sorts of wonderful souvenirs at
prices I thought were very reasonable. When I eventually did wander out, I was
in a different place than where I had entered. It took me a little bit to work
out where I was in relation to where I was before I went into the Bazaar, and
where that was in relation to the Spice Bazaar.
I was back at the Pillar in no time, and
then it was off to the spice Bazaar. There is a long series of streets between
the two, filled with an endless current of people. The first part was lined
with things akin to fast food restaurants. They all smelled really good, which
meant three things. One, they were probably unhealthy. Two, they were probably
really tasty. And Three, I was getting hungry. However, I decided not to give
in to my temptations. After a while the fast food places became less frequent,
and were replaced by a large number of clothing stores. I have to say that
there were a disproportionately large number of lingerie stores (approximately
one in four). Anthropologically speaking, this made me wonder a bit about
variations between Turkish culture and that of the States.
Anyway, after I thought I had walked too
far, I finally made it into the Egyptian Spice Bazaar. Compared to the Grand
Bazaar, this was tiny, but compared to other Bazaars that I would visit
throughout the week, this was fairly good sized. Anyone who cooks should visit
this Bazaar at least once in their life. The spice selection is absolutely
amazing. I was in culinary heaven. The one thing that’s hard to remember is
that this is a Bazaar, which means that each shop is different. However, most
of them offered a lot of the same spices (with a few variations). So it’s
really important to shop around, and be competitive.
One thing I noticed back in the Grand
Bazaar, but seemed to be even more emphasized here was that people liked my
hat, or at least they thought I looked stupid. Either way, they would call me
out from their stands, saying, “Hey Robin Hood!” I’d always smile
good-naturedly. Sometimes, if their shop looked interesting, I’d go over and
chat with them for a bit. They’d try on my hat, and we’d all have a laugh.
By the time I was done, I had obtained a
wonderful collection of souvenirs and spices between the two Bazaars. I felt
rather good about myself, as I walked away from the shops towards the water. I
was very close to Galata Bridge, and so for no reason in particular, I decided
to walk across it. I have no idea why, but this bridge apparently has some
historical significance dating back to the 19th century. If you know
me, you know that’s not nearly old enough to hold my interest. There were
plenty of people, fishing off the bridge, which I thought was rather odd
because boats were constantly moving underneath. As I was walking by I actually
watched someone reel up a rather sizeable fish, so the fishing must have been
good.
Anyway, when I got to the other side of
the bridge I bought a churro-like thing for 1TL, and then hopped on the tram
back to Sultanahamet. As I got off the tram, it was just beginning to drizzle.
This was good news, because that meant that the queue to get into the Aya Sofia
would be small. Sure as salt they were.
It took about five minutes to get a ticket
into the Aya Sofia. They do not offer a student discount, and it costs 25TL.
There was no queue at all to get into the complex itself. And I have to say
wow. Wow… yeah. I wandered about area
soaking in the beautiful architecture. Back in ancient times, the place was
lined with gold and jewels set perfectly to refract the incoming sunlight.
Apparently this was some sight to behold. However, the jewels are gone, and
almost all the gold as well. I’ve been told that it still is simply
breath-taking to see bathed in sunlight. Unfortunately it was exceptionally
overcast, and so it was an unfortunately dark place. Even still I wandered
beneath stunning pillars an vaulted ceilings.
Eventually I came across the wishing
pillar. It is a regular looking stone pillar that seems to have a bit of the
stone broken away on one side. On the inside is a small hole lined with
something gold in color (probably brass). You are supposed to place your thumb
into the hole, and then attempt to turn your hand a full 360º without pulling
out of the hole. I know I didn’t do it quite right, not that really mattered.
It’s just one of those things you do, like kissing the blarney stone.
Anyway, from here I found the stairway
that lead to the upper level. I particularly loved this bit, because of the
rugged stone work that lined this 1,500 year old tunnel. I didn’t really have
anyone to share this moment of awesomeness with anyone, and so I found myself
walking in casual ovals up the winding ramp-way tunnel, occasionally laughing
at the sheer wonder of actually being there.
The ground floor is nice, but the best bit
is on the upper level. Here the remnants of the famous 11th century
frescos can still be seen. They were impressive to look at, but like much of
the building it made me long to see it as it had back in its height. This dank
and dingy building simply paled in comparison to the lucent shimmer the place
once had.
When I left the upper level, I went to
leave, but it was raining rather hard. So I only made it as far as the café a
few hundred yards from the door. As I waited for the rain to stop, I had a nice
cup of tea. I think I’ve spent too much time in the UK, because I believe I’m
becoming addicted.
After the rain had stopped, I decided to
walk over to the Blue Mosque. Upon arrival, I realized that since I had left,
they had opened the mosque up to visitors, and then closed it again for prayer.
It would be open one more time today in about a half an hour, so all I had to
do was wait. Luckily the man at the door, gave me a suggestion that would
occupy my time.
Near the entrance, there was an Islamic
information centere, which ran free talks on what Islam is all about. I always
like to learn, so I gleefully went there. I followed two girls up the stairs,
and took my seat in the middle of the crowed. Unfortunately, the presentation
had already begun so I missed the beginning. However, either way I was able to
get a pretty good feel for what Islam was all about, and I have to say it’s not
that bad of a religion when you discount the extremists. It’s nice to see it in
a different light, and the archaeoastronomer in me rather loved their lunar
calendar and their daily prayer based on positions of the sun.
When the presentation was over I stayed
behind with a few others asking loads of questions. I was honestly just being
curious. However, I remember constantly reminding myself to carefully choose my
words. I know I have a tendency to be rather abrasive on the subject of
religion. Since these were nice people who had offered me tea and biscuits, I
decided a debate was not the right way to return that hospitality.
Eventually there was just the man and the
woman who had given the presentation, the two girls I had walked in behind, and
myself. The girls had a map of the Old City section of Istanbul, and were
asking general questions about places to go and things to see. I eventually
jumped into the conversation, getting some good travel advice and another copy
of that same map.
Jade was British from central England, and
Andréa was from somewhere in California. They were currently studying in
Madrid, and they were just taking a wee holiday to Turkey to see a friend of
theirs who was from the city. They were also supposed to be travelling with
their friend Sam, who due to communication issues they were unable to get a
hold of. They hadn’t seen the Blue Mosque yet, and I was eager to have someone
other than myself to talk to, and so I decided to tag along with them.
Up sides to travelling on your own, it’s
much faster and you don’t have to worry about what anyone else wants. Down
sides, you talk to yourself a lot. Sometimes, I even annoy myself, so there you
have it. I need a sounding board sometimes.
Anyway, we found the entrance, and took
off our shoes before wandering inside. I was in a few moments before them, and
wow. This is most likely the most beautifully decorated building I’ve ever been
in. Just like the small cemetery mosques I was in earlier it was a large domed
room covered with stunningly intricate patterns and designs. We were all
geeking out about it a little.
If this whole archaeoastronomy thing
bottoms out, I think I should look into photography. As my own way of repaying
them for some companionship, I took several photos of them from some really
clever angles that captured both of them and most of the ceiling as well.
After a while, we just sat on the floor
and chatted. It was nice because I more or less had something in common with
both of them, being as I was a US citizen living in the UK. American accent,
British words. An American hat with a Scottish feather. I guess that’s me now.
I suppose I can live with that.
Eventually we decided to leave, to find
some form of internet café, so that they could get a hold of Sam through Facebook So we wandered for a bit trying to find an inexpensive place that
served tea and had free WiFi. We eventually found a fast food looking place
that had an upper level café. The man on the street level bit assured us that
there was WiFi in the café.
So we went up there because the prices
looked good. When we got there, we found that we were mislead about the WiFi,
but food was still reasonably priced. Since Jade and I were rather hungry we
decided to stick around and get a bite to eat before continuing on to find a
WiFi café.
The food was pretty mediocre, but it was
fast food so my expectations weren’t all that high to begin with. After we were
finished, we continued on until we found a place that would make international
calls. Here we had no luck, so we continued on until we finally found a proper
internet café. We settled down with some tea, and they soon got a hold of Sam
on their smart phones. He was close enough, to the café we were at and so he
told us to wait there for him.
In a few minutes he joined us, and they
bought him a cup of tea. The four of us recounted our days, and had a few
laughs. Unfortunately, it was approaching half seven and so I had to head out.
I was supposed to be at the travel agency to get on the night bus by 8, and I
still had to pick up my other bag back at the hostel. So we said our goodbyes,
and exchanged some contact information even though I was fairly certain I
wouldn’t see them again.
The walk to my hostel, and then to the
travel agency was really quite short. There were several people waiting in the
lounge area of the travel agency when I got there, and so I listened to a
wonderful conversation that I couldn’t understand. After about 30 minutes, the
bus arrived. I bid them farewell, grabbed my stuff, and then I was off on my
next adventure…
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