My last day was not a full day. My flight left around 5ish in the evening and my shuttle would pick me up around 2 to take me to Kayseri and the airport, so I had a good half day to fill wondering around Goreme. I suppose I could have did a hike in the Zemi Valley but decided I didn't want to risk missing my shuttle. Would I have minded being stranded in Goreme one more day? Not at all, but missing my flight from Istanbul back to the states would not have been to my liking. So I stuck around town, enjoying local scenery, chatting with a few locals, purchasing some music, having coffee, taking it all in before I would have to leave.
This was my hotel, the Peri Cave Hotel. Not a bad place to stay. Certainly not the lap of luxury but what would one expect for $20 a night?

Coming into the town (village?) of Goreme. Truly there is not a lot to do here in the winter, although the hot air balloons still fly. I enjoyed it though. It was not crowded with tourists.

A sign indicating some of the local food choices. Unfortunately in winter the choices are limited since they don't cook as much as they would in summer. I enjoyed all my meals here in Goreme none the less. The lentil soup was was always lovely, no matter where I ate it.

One of the many friendly cats....she was precious. I really wanted to take her home. I picked her up and she just snuggled into me.

The ubiquitous Ataturk monument

Pottery kebab is pretty popular here. I didn't have these, but had something similar. The food is cooked inside the terra cotta pots and they are broken open for you to eat the food inside. This place was closed but had a plethora of broken kebab pots lined up on their wall.


A massive icicle!

Yea, even the Turkish can get a bit cheesy when it comes to attracting tourists


Love the fringe in the windows!

There were a lot of old wagons sitting around town


A couple of dogs running around town....these two, although cute, were upsetting me because they wouldn't leave this cat alone. It was heartbreaking to see the cats that looked hungry, cold, and perhaps sick.



Local wares for sale...




I'm not exactly sure what the meaning of this was! But it made me laugh.

The local market. I wish I had found this earlier in my stay. I really wanted some local citrus...Turkish oranges and tangerines are beautiful and tasty! They would have been quite welcome on my long hikes.

I loved this door

Last but not least a few more cats...yes, there are a lot of cats in Turkey.


And that was my last day in Turkey. As I sat here and did this entry I realized how much I really miss the place. I had hoped to go back this summer but life took a turn that wasn't meant to take me down that road. So I'll plan a future trip for summer. I want to see the stars under the clear Cappadocian evening and hike the valleys when the trees are green and full. Yes, my heart holds a spot for this special place.
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]]>My map, if you can call it that, really gave me know good idea of how to get to any trail and where it would really lead me. There were, however, numerous signs for the Red and Rose Valley painted on the stone in the area leading toward these valleys. It seems almost every sign said 2km. Apparently I didn't take as many photos of these 2km signs as I thought I did, because I found only two in my collection. Needless to say, they were quite common.


So, I head in the direction of these signs. I think it would really be tough to get lost here. The area is not all that big and going in any direction should lead to a road of some sort. But it's fun to go off on an adventure with no real idea of where you might end up!
My destination is somewhere over near those rose colored rock formations....hence the name Rose Valley. Looks like a long way, but it really isn't all that far.

The first valley I came into had some graceful formations that made me think of desert sand dunes. I have to admit I was a bit impatient and wondering when I would get into the Red or Rose valley.

So I decided to take another path that went up. There was a sign that pointed toward a church, something I'm always glad to find out on these hikes. You can see the paintings. I believe some of them had thistles painted on it. I really intended to come back this way and get some better photos with my zoom lens. Lesson number one, never wait until you come back to get photos, because you may end up discovering a path that will take you the long way 'round! Needless to say, I didn't come back this way.

I enjoyed the various colorful striations in the rock formations.

and the snow made this hike another beautiful, if not a bit slippery one....

Good thing there was a rope to hang onto at one point

Ok, I admit, here I was second guessing my decision to climb instead of stay in the valley. The trail just kept going up and up and up. It got quite steep at one point and believe it or not I got a bit warm with the sun blaring down!

But then I got to the top and what I wrote in my journal was "sometimes taking the path of least resistance leads to the least reward" because I knew if I would have stayed in the valley then I would not have been able to partake in the vista that awaited me up top. Here I was once again, all alone and surrounded by such magnificent landscape that it was almost overwhelming. Here again I was able to just sit and ponder...reflect....pray...breath it all in. Here again I realized how much I had been blessed.









Not much can top the views from up there. I did hike down to the Grape Church with is in the valley below. A Turkish man and his wife are "keepers" of the church and run a little cafe next to it it where you can get some lovely Turkish food. I had pllenty of tea and some wonderful homemade lentil soup. Lovely after a long snowy hike. He encouraged me to return in the summer and enjoy the star filled skies of the valleys here. I will.
Stairs down toward the church...



The ceiling in the Grape Church....so called because of the grape motif

Cafe seats and some beadwork for sale....and a wagon that sat nearby...



I intended to hike back through the valley but ended up out on the road instead, with a great view of Mt. Eryces in the distance....


Even though I was walking on a long (and deserted) road, the views were still beautiful and serene...




Of course it was a longer walk that I had anticipated and I had a little trouble with icy roads and the only unfriendly animal I have ever encountered on my travels. A small dog decided he or she did not want me walking by its territory and came very close to biting my leg until a shuttle van stopped and offered to give me a ride back to Goreme. I wouldn't have minded the walk back, but didn't want to deal with this dog, so I gladly took him up on the offer. The Turkish hospitality really stands out to me. It is part of what makes this place so special. That ended my last hike in Cappadocia. I was glad to be heading home the next day, but also longed to stay and discover more of this beautiful land. On my last day I would do nothing but walk through the village of Goreme and photograph the local scene. I drank plenty of tea and talked to a few of the locals. It was a nice end to the stay in Goreme. I can't wait to come back.
Oh...and I will post photos from that last day.....so don't despair
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]]>The beginning of the trail is in a wide open valley that was beautifully covered with snow from two days before.

This particular trail has many tunnels. From afar this one had me hoping I brought my headlamp, but as I got closer I realized it was not that long of a tunnel, just curved.

Another tunnel

Fairy Chimneys. I'm telling you they are everywhere!

My canine Turkish friend. I understand this is an Anatolian Shepherd.

My other Turkish tour guide

Wide open spaces in the valley

Icicles!

The valley walls. Pigeon Valley actually reminds me of the Zemi Valley.


The hike was going well until I ran into this....it says (Turkish translated of course) "Closed - Danger - Closed - Dangerous - No Entrance" Do you think they were trying to get a point across?

Of course I didn't follow the warning because it was not locked and easily opened. The adventurer in me just took over!
It was an apple orchard. I wondered if these trees would come alive like those in the Wizard of Oz and throw rotten apples at me.

Oh but wait, now I see why they said it was closed. I guess this is rather impassable. Actually it looked as if there was a tunnel, but I'm not that much of an adventurer. I did want to be able to come home and share my stories with my family. Oh, the dogs? They got left on the other side of the gate. I didn't think they would stick around but they were waiting for me when I came back out.

Another tunnel...this one I did go through...

And there was my Turkish guide leading me on!


Ah! Back in the sunlight!

You can see one of the dogs further up the trail here leading me into a little side valley. I wondered what was in store for me!

Some beautiful frozen seed pods

Beautiful sculpture by Nature

Up a slippery, narrow slope. It seems much easier when you have four legs.

What a view! This was my reward!

The dog sat down and looked out...and just sat there as if to tell me this is what I was suppose to be doing. It was what I was suppose to be doing. I sad there for the longest time, completely unaware of the cold snow on my bottom. It doesn't get much better than this.

Until you get hungry and bring out the snacks.





This was one of my most cherished moments. Just watching these dogs become my guardians. Knowing that they understand what a treasure this place is, what divine beauty is, what serenity is, what a gift solitude can be.


Then I went butt-sledding down this hill

A quartet in the symphony of nature

Breathtaking doesn't do this justice


Frozen in time

Another gate with a warning about dogs

Hike was almost at an end...time for a roll in the snow

and a rest in the sunshine

and one last look at some cave houses that are still being used as modern day dwellings

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]]>The Goreme Open Air museum is a wonderful collection of rock-cut churches and other buildings that came to be in the 10th through 12th centuries. The churches have some of the best preserved frescoes of the rock-cut churches. This at one time existed as a Christian monastic community. The artwork of the churches varies from the minimal and simplistic to wonderfully colorful and detailed frescoes. Some are better preserved than others, with the Dark Church and Buckle Church having the most colorful. Needless to say, the Open Air Museum is a must see if one is visiting Cappadocia.
As you can see, it is truly open air

Of course I seem to meet wonderful cats everywhere I go. This lovely little guy was intent on staying with me and cuddling. It was very hard to put him down and continue on. I am thankful that most of the cats I saw were well taken care of, or at least appeared so.



A very nice Turkish man offered to take my photo for me....and I have to say this is one of my favorite photos

Leaving the kitty to charm some other visitors I went on and explored the churches in the open air museum
St. Barbara church is small, very open, well lighted, and simplistic in design....


The Apple Church takes it a step up in artistic design. The colors are not as saturated as the Dark Church or Buckle Church, but it is lovely in its own right




Hmmm...that's the first time I've noticed that part of my face got into this picture...too funny!!

The Dark Church is my favorite. The detail, the color...they are all so exquisite. It is so well preserved because of the manner in which the entrance was created. The doorway leads to a tunnel that bends to the right as you enter, keeping light out and the paint preserved.






There are other churches and various buildings within the museum, but those are the highlights. Then there is the wonderfully treacherous stairs that one must climb to reach one of the other buildings. I'm sure these are not bad in summer, but covered with ice they were quite a challenge.

Once you leave the museum there is one other church on the outside down the street. This is the Buckle Church. It comes a close second behind the Dark Church. The colors here are outstanding and I simply love the blue hues!



Christmas afternoon I went hiking through Swords Valley. I had passed it the day before as I climbed above the valley in the snowfall. I'm sure I could have explored so much more if time had allowed but I found some amazing cones and beautiful landscapes! To top it all off I saw an amazing sun dog as the afternoon wore on and chased a hot air balloon! It was an amazing day, as were all my days here. As with all my hikes I had no idea where I was headed, I just went. Here is what I saw.
A horse farm...


Untrodden path in the snow....

Beautiful, crisp, clean....

A lone cone...

Cave room....I climbed in here and had my lunch...and called my mom to wish her happy Christmas..

Hot air balloons are a common site in Cappadocia if the weather allows flight


I actually chased this one!

What a wonderland!





But it isn't all fairy chimneys and windswept badlands. Cappadocia grows apples and grapes.


Uchisar castle from afar

And finally the day was topped off by seeing these wonderful sun dogs! I'll let www.astrophys-assist.com describe what sun dogs are since they do it better than I ever could
Sun dogs, also called mock suns, are colored, luminous spots caused by the refraction of light by six-sided ice crystals in the atmosphere. These bright spots form in the solar halo at points that are 22 degrees on either side of the sun and at the same elevation as the sun. Below is a closeup of a sundog to the left of the sun.


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]]>It was a long trip home. Left Goreme, Turkiye at 3 PM Sunday (8 EST) and here is what followed:
1 hour shuttle ride on a cold, crowded mini bus from Goreme to Kayseri. I had been given so much tea in the hours before I left that I thought my bladder would burst by the time I got to the airport in Kayseri. I had the driver a 20YTL bill and tell him to keep the change because I have to pee so bad. Oh, but then I have to go through security! Standing there, wiggling, turning yellow I'm sure I finally make it through only to have the guy at xray call me over and ask me what is in my tripod case. I explain to him what it was, he looks at me strange then tells me to go. Ok, now I have to go check in because I can't get my huge 29kg bag into the bathroom. So I check in, get my luggage checked and literally RUN to the bathroom and never in my life have I been so glad to see a squatty!! I'd take a freakin' hole in the ground at this point. Thank goodness I am pretty adept at doing the squatty potty and I didn't pee on my pants or my shoes. So it's through a second round of security which went smoothly and then about a 45 minute wait in this rinky dink tiny airport waiting for my flight to leave.
2 hour flight to Istanbul on Turkish Airlines. I like Turkish Airlines. They serve you food, even on 1 hour flights. Real food, not peanuts or pretzels. Food, beverage, hot beverage...all at no extra charge. Olympic Airlines does the same, but there food is always a mystery to me. Turkish Airlines food is identifiable at least. Usually a sandwich, a salad, and desert. Arrive Istanbul 7:20ish PM (noonish EST Sunday)
12, long, boring, long, sleepless, long hours in the Ataturk airport. Thankfully wi-fi was available. Outlets were not as easy to find though. Food was expensive. People were loud. The lights were bright. The seats were hard, cold, metal. Thank goodness nej entertained me with advice on farts. I chatted with both my DD's....I people watched. I read, I dozed. I about jumped for joy when the counters opened for me to check in at 5am. Through passport control where the guy notes I have been to Turkiye before and tells me he bets I will be back (he's right, but I will never spend another night in the airport again if I can help it) and then he asks me what color my eyes are. Uh, red, white and blue....bloodshot. Finally I can do some duty free shopping!! Then when I head to my gate I find that a large group of travelers had moved into the area in full and were sleeping on all the seats and the floor in the area. So there was no waiting there...back out to Duty Free! Finally got to board, after another security check, 20 minutes late.
3 hour flight to Zurich...I've lost track of time by now. I think it departs around 8 AM (2AM EST). Breakfast is served, thank goodness. I'm starving by now. I sleep a little. Land in Zurich a bit late, I have just about an hour before my flight leaves to DC. Thank goodness I didn't have to move from one terminal to another. This one boards and leaves on time...I think around 12:35 Zurich time (it's 6 hours earlier here I think...so around 6:35 AM EST)
9 hour flight to Dulles....boring, long, elbowed numerous times, video system quits working so I can't watch movies...at least the lady on the other side of me is nice and interesting to chat with. She's a linguist who works for the US Army. Jordanian born....tells me I should visit Jordan and Syria....I would love to! I have to say it was the most uncomfortable flight I had ever been on. Window seats are the best, I hope next time I get one.
Customs at Dulles was a piece of cake and finally I was greeted with a long, very long, very needed, very wonderful hug from my hubby. Boy did I miss those! I was so wired though, I insisted on showering, dressing in some clean clothes, and heading into DC for dinner. Yes, I miss the cities. It was nice to just walk around that evening, with Tim by my side. We had dinner at an Irish pub and then headed back to the hotel, where I think I fell into a deep Turkiye dream filled sleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. In fact when I woke up I thought I was still in Turkiye! Tuesday we drove to Charlottesville where we had lunch and then to Madison Heights to visit with my youngest daughter. It's nice to see family again. I think once we left there I must have slept on the way home, because I do not remember much of the trip. My parents were happy to see me back and it's good to be home. I'm finally getting my body back on Virginia time, although I am still having dreams that I am in Turkiye. Every night. I've managed to take some walks and did a wonderful 7 mile hike yesterday. I am determined to stay in shape. Walking in Athens and hiking in Turkiye did my body good. Let's hope I can keep it up.
Now I have to go back through my photos and do some backtrack posting of adventures that I have left out. After that I think this blog will come to an end, but there are more adventures ahead, I assure you. I will likely start a new blog. Who knows. I'll see how busy life gets.
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]]>I have 6 hours before my shuttle picks me up to take me to Kayseri....I think I'll finish packing and go take a slow walk to enjoy my last moments here. Don't stop checking back in...I do have some backlogged posting of photos and such that I will do once I return home.
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]]>I woke up on Christmas eve morning to find snow falling and falling good. Of course that didn't stop me from going out and getting in a pretty good hike. I tried not to stray too far because I was not sure how hard it would snow and did not want to lose my trail back if my foot prints were covered as it snowed. I walked into town to get some snacks and then headed down toward the open air museum. There is nothing like the quiet that falls over the land when snow is falling. It seems to muffle everything. It is a stillness that I have always appreciated and once again it afforded me the opportunity to find some peace and solitude that I came here for. On a whim I took a trail up hill just before the open air museum. I was well rewarded with the views when I got further up. And once more I was standing high on a hill as the call to prayer echoed out over the valleys.
Here are a few of the photos from that snowy Christmas Eve hike....
Clay pots covered with snow...

Göreme

Olive oil cans being used as planters

Flintstones cave bar....really....there is also a Flinestones Cave motel....really...

Ufuk Cave hotel....yes, it really is Ufuk....in Turkish it means "horizon"...Eastnor will never be the same

Snowy landscape...

A pottery tree.....

A prayer tree...

The path of my choosing....

Well worth the slippery climb....I stood here and just listened to the call to prayer...not another sound for miles....

Quite a way down into the valley....


On a clear day the views are spectacular, but even on a snowy, cloudy day they are pretty darn good...


I've seen numerous rocks here with these "windows" carved into them

One last look before I head down....

On my back to the hotel this little puppy followed me. I think it is an Anatolian shepherd puppy...

I took a bit of a detour over toward the "love" valley on my way back. The road was pretty muddy and slippery, but I made it.....it was like walking through a winter wonderland. What a perfect Christmas gift from God!



This one has a skylight!

Next time I come to Cappadocia in the winter (and let me assure you there will be a next time) I will bring more suitable boots for winter hiking! Of course when I came to Greece in September I never dreamed I would spend a week in Cappadocia at Christmas.

Christmas eve night I treated myself to a nice dinner at Alaturca restaurant in town. Actually the dinner was no more expensive than any of the other places I had dined and the atmosphere was cozy and beautiful. This was a wonderful Christmas gift, to get to spend time in this magical land. If only had my family with me it would have been absolutely perfect.
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I've been in Cappadocia for 5 days now, and each day I have made it my goal to go out and hike alone for at least 3 hours. The time spent here as been exhausting and rejuvenating at the same time. It has given me ample opportunity to just reflect and clear my mind. My first full day here started with a hike in the Zemi Valley. The owner of my hotel gave me a map and told me where to turn. I couldn't miss it, there is a sign that says Zemi Vadisi/Zemi Valley. So I set out with some snacks, water, my map and my camera. Sure enough, just past the Tourist Hotel there is a road with a sign that says Zemi Valley.


Wow, I'm hiking in Cappadocia! What a gift! After a short walk I turn off to head up to some cones that look as if they have churches carved into them. Climbing up the hill a bit I get a great view toward the Red and Rose valleys.



Unfortunately I could not get into the church so after enjoying the view I headed back down to the road. I had a long way to go and the weather did not look promising. Rain turning to snow was in the forecast. The road was already looking like a stream in several places and I didn't relish the thought of it raining.


In some places there was so much iron in the water that it was bright orange! There are places where the rocks show the presence of iron as well.


I managed to make it pretty far without getting my feet too wet or muddy. No, I take that back, muddy they were, but I did keep my socks pretty much dry. Thank goodness because it wasn't too warm. The temperature was hovering just above freezing.
What is amazing about this area, besides the fantastic landscape, is that every time you look up you see a house, pigeon niches, storerooms, or churches carved out of the rock. But it is the landscape that really takes your breath away. It is often referred to as a "lunar landscape" but that doesn't do it justice in my book. It's not so barren as a lunar landscape. Many thousands of years ago the event that gave birth to this landscape was the eruption of the nearby volcanoes Mt.Erciyes, Mt. Hasan and Mt. Melendiz. The area was covered with volcanic ash with turned into "tufa" stone. Centuries of wind and rain carved and sculpted the landscape into what it is today. The peri bahcalari or "fairy chimneys" were formed when boulders would protect the underlying stone from erosion, leaving a column of tufa stone often topped still with a boulder. In other places valleys were carved out leaving graceful curved ridges and dune like walls. It really is a magical landscape!
The Zemi valley itself doesn't boast many of the typical fairy chimneys, but it is beautiful and peaceful. Tall poplar trees dot the valley the entire way. This time of year the valley is monochromatic. It seems to lack the deep colors that other areas of Cappadocia boast. Tall poplar trees dot the valley the entire way. As I hiked I saw no other living soul outside of the birds adn a fox I spotted scurrying along the ridges. I am not sure how far I walked, but I eventually came to the point that I could go no further. Not for lack of desire, but because the path ended and I saw no way up and out of the valley. I must have hiked nearly 5 hours that day but I never really got tired. There were a few moments when I climbed to a high spot and just enjoyed the peace and solitude. Otherwise I just walked and enjoyed the majestic scenery.







I did happen upon one cave church that I was able to access. I noticed it from the road and found my way up to it.

It was an interesting climb up a long metal ladder. I guess if you have a few of heights exploring cave churches in Cappadocia is not for you.

To get to the actual church you had to climb through this tiny tunnel

This church was not adorned with the wonderful frescoes that some of the churches here have but I'm still in awe at how uniform the carved out dome is. Sadly there was a lot of graffiti defiling this church.

It did have a nice view!!

They often used "millstone" doors to block of the entrance...this one still had it's millstone intact....

At this point I came back to the main road and wanted to head into the valley they call "love valley" because of the phallic nature of the fairy chimneys there. I can't resist posting my photos of both mother and father earth. Sorry for the irreverence but the resemblance is uncanny....



Over on the ridge here there are great views of the red/rose valley.....

At this point it started to rain a bit so I headed back to my cave so I could warm up and go get dinner. Snow was in the forecast and that would drastically change the look of the landscape here. I couldn't wait!
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]]>Merry Christmas to all!!
Noeliniz va Yeni Yiliniz Kutlu Olsun remains copyright of the author oceanchild, a member of the travel community Travellerspoint.
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]]>1 : the quality or state of being alone or remote from society : seclusion
2 : a lonely place (as a desert)
It is an easy thing to find in Cappadocia, Türkiye. I came her partially because I just love this country. It speaks to my spirit. It certainly has spirit of place. There is not much that I do not love about Türkiye. So, I found a way to come back, once again, and do some soul searching. My goal, besides getting credit for J-term, was to let go and cleanse the mind of all negative and extraneous thoughts. I knew that it would be quiet here this time, and the landscape exudes closeness to the Divine, so I thought it the perfect place to spend close to a week, just walking, thinking, reflecting, breathing it all in. I've mentioned to several people here that I was staying for almost 6 days and they all gave me looks as if I were crazy. You see, most people come here to see the sites. The come crammed on tour buses, everything planned for them. The get little time to explore on their own. That's OK. That's sort of how I was introduced to Türkiye the first time around, although I wasn't crammed on a tour bus...we had ample room. It's a wonderful way to experience a lot of the country in a relatively short amount of time. But it left me wanting even more. It whetted my desire to see the things I did not see. I was reading Dick Osseman's FAQ on his website last night and he said something that struck me as familiar. (Dick Osseman is a frequent visitor to Türkiye who has put a very large collection of photos on his website - http://www.pbase.com/dosseman). He said "To me it is more satisfactory to really know a country, then to “collect countries” like I see many people do. I also love to return to places I like, gradually feel less of a foreigner" and I think I agree with him! When I thought about extending my stay past the fall semester, I thought that maybe I should go somewhere I had not been. But why? If I really love a place, why not go again? If it speaks to my spirit, why not spend more time there. Here I am....spending Christmas in Cappadocia. The snow is falling outside and the quiet is almost deafening after being in Athens and Istanbul. There is a peace and beauty that has fallen and it captures the Christmas spirit perfectly.
Yesterday, my first full day here, I ventured into Zemi Valley. I wasn't really sure if I was taking the right path or not, but I walked and walked. I explored a few cave churches, found secluded spots high in the valley, traipsed through mud and icy water, saw a fox scurrying high up on the rock, sat and listened to nothing but the wind and the birds. It all brought me just a a bit closer to God. I did get that cleansing that I sought. All thoughts were gone except the wonder of it all. I can see why this place too was chosen for monastic life. It makes you realize how small, how insignificant you are when you sit in such a great valley surrounded by miles and miles of nature's sculpture and far from any other human soul. I suppose some would find it disconcerting to be so very far from home and so very alone. No. It is empowering. It nourishes the soul. It empties the mind. It brings peace and contentment. I found my place.

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]]>My 80+ lbs of luggage that I dragged to the middle of nowhere Turkiye

Not too shabby for being carved out of volcanic rock....

Although it is a bit dark and cave-like

Lovely courtyard view.....I've had worse though....

Finally....does this remind you of anything?

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]]>Cat on Argos street near the stadium

Another cat, relaxing on a chair, near the stadium

The stairs of death....the first time I climbed these stairs I thought I would literally die. It was better at the end, but they still weren't my favorite thing...

Isn't it beautiful? And it matches the sky!

Kallamarmaro Stadium....

My shortcut to Syntagma, through the National Gardens....

A stray dog sleeping on the steps of the Zappieon....

Another stray dog in the National Gardens....

Oh boy! Another protest and more tear gas! This was the KKE (communist party) I believe...

Old meets new....

I remember my first class with Stavs at this Byzantine Church....I thought I'd never be able to keep up with his lectures..."few only words...."

Ubiquitous graffiti...but it all changed tone after December 6....I was in Syntagma when the group was doing these ΔΕ ΣΕ ΣΟΝΥ graffitis. I can't recall what it means though

Oui!!

Old meets knew in a different way....

Selling "splat" toys in Monastiraki. These guys were all over the place. The toys were balls that resembled pigs, tomatoes and various other things that when thrown onto the ground would flatten out and looked like a splatted tomato. No, I never purchased one....I'm sure Tim, Adam, and Rich would have loved it though....

Old meets new...kind of. The Stoa of Attalos is ancient, but burned down and was reconstructed in the 50's I believe. It now houses a museum and offices....the metro runs right by it...

Cafes in Monastiraki

Not too fond of the National Bank of Greece I see...

Hadrian's library and an Ottoman mosque

This cute little kitten greeted me as I took photos of Hadrian's Library. When I was finished photographing the kitten a pack of dogs came running and went after it. The kitten managed to get under a car but I watched for at least 20 minutes while the dogs circled the car relentlessly. They finally seemed to get bored but I was none the less concerned about the kitten's safety. The only person who did anything was a gruffy old man who looked homeless. He yelled Oxi! Oxi! Oxi! (NO! NO! NO!) at the dogs several times. Dogs killing cats is one of the problems that plagues the stray cats in Greece. I know it isn't the dog's fault, but it made me have less sympathy for the stray dogs than for the cats.

Some shots of Syntagma at night with Christmas lights....


Parliament at night...

The Acropolis lit up

Kallimarmaro stadium lit up

And finally my cats from Plaka. This was probably what I loved best about my daily life in Athens...feeding the cats once a week. Eleni, one of the volunteers from Nine Lives Greece met me on Thursday evening and we walked the route and chatted as she fed the cats. She then took me to a nice cafe in Plaka and we had coffee and hot chocolate and chatted for a long time. I wish we had got to know each other better sooner. She has been volunteering with the cats for almost 18 years! Forgetful me did not get a photo with Eleni....but here are the cats, at least some of them...

Thursday was my final night in Athens. Arcadia Center had a farewell party that night with food and music. Each of us was voted as "most_________" and I was voted as "most likely to work for Lonely Planet." It fits....that would be a dream job I guess! I didn't stay at the center all night as some did. Since I did not have a long flight the next day I felt I needed some sleep and finish packing my overnight bag. Packing was not fun, I can tell you that. Trying to fit all you have accumulated in travels in one suitcase is a feat that takes the power of an Olympian god. I must have had it with me because I managed and was only 5 kg over weight. Thankfully Olympic did not charge me for that 5 kgs! 3 hours worth of sleep was about all I got though and I was up and lugging the rest of my luggage to the center to catch the bus to the airport. There were sleepy, tearful goodbyes and then I was on my way to Istanbul one last time.
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]]>Oh look what replaced the "Otto, or Up With Dead People" poster!

St. Paul's Anglican Church...I've went to several services here

Look!! A band! I should have followed them....that might have been fun to see what they were playing

The green lens was apparently broken in the riots making the "walk" man look a bit like a naked man wearing an elf hat!

The guards at Parliament

Selling lotto tickets....wonder if I could win?

one of the strange, surreal trees that decorate Attica, the department store

Looks like Athens got quite a downpour overnight!!

It appears that the Greeks also embrace cheesy Christmas symbols

Flowers for sale....the bright colors sure are in contrast with the gloom that had settled over the city in the past week....


As I walked into Plateia Omonoia I noticed loud Greek music was playing from somewhere. I soon discovered the source. Loudspeakers mounted on the poles. It was very surreal given the nature of Plateia Omonoia and the fact that protesters were gathering in the square. It almost had an Orwellian feel to it.

Plateia Omonoia has a reputation for attracting the lowly of society

Pigeons were enjoying the puddles

I then made my way to Central Market. This is an interesting place to say the least. This is were many Athenians go to purchase their meat and fish for the week. It is not for the weak of stomach. It is essentially a giant butcher shop and fish market. To some I'm sure it is quite gruesome. It fascinates me but makes me shutter at the same time. I'll refrain from posting photos of completely whole, fully skinned, butchered animals hanging from hooks. The smells here are just lovely. Maybe I will become a vegetarian!




The streets around the meat and fish market are full of vendors selling everything from spices and nuts to sausages and other goodies.



Even gingerbread houses!

Leaving the central market area and Omonoia I decided that curiosity had got the best of me and wanted to walk toward Exarchia and Polytechnic. Exarchia is the district in Athens were Alexandros Grigoropoulos was shot by the police officer and the center of the violent and destructive riots. I have been to both of these places before and they are a very different part of the city from Pangrati or Syntagma. I thought to myself that I'd walk in that direction and if I felt at any time things were not safe I'd turn around. On my way out of Plateia Omonoia I noticed groups gathering with banners, as well as those with red flags mounted on pretty substantial sticks. From November 17 I believe I recognized this group as possibly the KKE or KNE (communist youth). Needless to say, the red flag bearers looked serious. I didn't take any photos because I didn't want to be obvious. Photo taking has become somewhat of an issue here it seems. More on that later. So I walked on, my first time walking about without a map. I new the general direction and within 10 minutes I turned down a street that had been roped off and recognized Polytechnic up ahead. All I can say is the events of the last week had cast a pall over the area. The changing nature of graffiti was immediately evident. My Greek is not the greatest but I will do my best to try to translate, or at least get the gist of what is written. Although some are in English.
It's apparent what this one is expressing...

This banner says something about a strike/slap/blow and murder

Commemorating the date and the state is a murderer

Burn down Babylon and the KKE logo (KKE= communist party of Greece)

Uh, yea...isn't that what anarchy is all about?

I wouldn't want to be a cop in Greece right now


Something about Karmanlis (the PM of Greece) and chaos?

The image was touching. It is a stencil someone did of Alexis. The words if I am translating correctly say "Greece eats its children" .....I know Η ΕΛΛΑΔΑ is Greece, ΤΡΩΕΙ is it eats, and ΤΑ ΠΑΙΔΙΑ is the children and ΤΗΣ is the possessive.

And then there is the damage. The first five are from around Polytecnic, the others are from Syntagma









A common site around the city these days

Lastly, as two of us watched the demonstration from the rear a couple of young guys noticed we were snapping photos and ran at us yelling and motioning to stop. I think the anger is clear in this photo. This was the one and only time during this that I felt truly threatened. I believe the one with the chunk of rock in his hand was poised to throw it at us. I suppose my camera will get me in trouble one of these days.

So this is the Greece that I'm saying goodbye to in a few days. Some may be surprised that I am not just ready to get out. In a way I am, but Greece has become a part of who I am and I will always miss it, good and bad.
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]]>The smell of smoke has drifted into our little corner of Athens, Pangrati, and last night we were able to hear explosions coming from Syntagma. A few of us braved the smoke and noise and walked that way to see if things had calmed down. The scene was a bit surreal. People were out and about, surveying the damage, taking photographs, even laughing. I suspect those laughing were involved in this perhaps. A walk down Ermou street gave us sight of broken windows and burnt out store fronts. Syntagma Square was a sad sight with the Christmas tree smoldering and blackened. Down Nikis Street we could see fires still raging. I believe it was the Olympic Airlines office that was gutted down there. Banks were also heavily targeted as the pictures below will show. It has been a sad week for Athens. The tension in the air is still palpable. Just 10 more days until I leave, and even with all this mess I find myself saddened. Greece has it's problems, but it has been home to me for the last 3 1/2 months. I'm also saddened by the destruction, the murder of a young boy, the unrest, the uncertainty. It too will pass in time, but right now it looms on the horizon like a dark storm cloud.
Fires on Amalias Street

Syntagma Square

A dog surveys the damage of a gutted shop in Monastiraki

Sprider on Ermou

I was amazed that places like this were completely open and nobody was looting

ATM's were all smashed

Cars burnt

Firetrucks down Nikis Street

The Christmas tree in Syntagma Square

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What we didn't know was that it was going to cost 11 euro to get into the Colosseum. With that info and the long lines we decided to hit the Roman Forum first. I believe my guidebook said it was free. Remind me not to trust Fodor's ever again. It wasn't free. At least a combined ticket would get us into the Forum, Colosseum, and Palantine Museum for 12 euro. Forum first, Colosseum later. The Roman Forum, or Forum Romanum as it was known in ancient times and still is in Italy was in its heyday the center of Roman life. It was where citizens did business, politics, and shopping. Whenever I feel the need to complain about crowds in these sites I remind myself that navigating the crowd is exactly how it would have been in ancient times. There is so much in the Forum and it is impossible to post it all and label it. Ok, not impossible, but improbably given the time I have these days. One thing I noticed about Italy is that nothing is labeled. I think this is because they want you to buy and audio guide. I chose not to spend the money. I also failed to take a ton of photos as I usually do because the rain kept falling in waves and I kept my camera out of harms way. It was truly a miserable day but I loved every step I took through the forum!
Heading up to Palatine Hill

The stadion

Palatine Hill

View from Palatine Hill

House of Augustus....the Augustus, grand nephew of Julius Caesar....

And then it rained and we took refuge in a tunnel or sorts..

It seemed like every time I thought the rain was going to stop and the sky looked clear, it would start again. My travel companion had forgot her umbrella so I gave her mine since my coat was water resistant. I probably should have sprung for a second umbrella because I got wet even though I had rain gear on. We did manage to get out into the forum though and look around. There is no rhyme or reason it seems. I think a good weather day, a good plan, some history, and a few hours would have made the Forum all the more enjoyable to me. But still, there I was, in the Roman Forum. My Latin lessons started coming back! Ok, maybe not. There were plenty of reminders though.

Detail of sculpture

The Forum in it's entirety almost

Arch of Septimus Severus (all I can think of is Snape)

Temple of Saturn

Interesting fountain just below the gardens of Palatine. It was like a massive rock with moss and had water flowing into the pool below. Very interesting and I bet it's a nice place to sit on a warm sunny day.

Temple of Antoninus and Faustina

The grass is so green....

Arch of Titus

The Via Sacra, or Sacred Way going toward the Colosseum

The Colosseum...isn't it amazing?

Now it was time to go in the Colosseum! One problem, it was 3:40 and it closed at 3:30. Curses!! You mean we bought tickets and not we couldn't go in? I just paid 12 euro to walk around the Forum?! Thankfully we came back the next day and were able to get in, so not all was lost, but I was feeling kind of bummed at the moment. So we headed up the street toward the huge building we had been seeing while up on Palatine Hill and wondering what it was. Then guess what, it started raining again. I was rather tired of getting wet and was getting a bit grumpy at the time. So I sought shelter under a porch overhang and waited it out. The scoop on the monumental building we were seeing. It is the Monumento Nazionale a Vittorio Emanuele II or a monument to Victor Emmanuel, the first king of unified Italy. I read that a lot of Italians do not like it and it has such nicknames as "the wedding cake", "the typewriter", and even "the urinal". I found it fascinating if not a bit overbearing.


Our next stop, if we could find it, was the Trevi Fountain. And we did find it after taking the wrong street first. I don't mind just walking and not knowing where I am going as long as I'm not wet and cold. I was, however, wet and cold. Next time I got to Rome I'm keeping my umbrella! The Trevi fountain is quite a sight as well. What isn't quite a sight in Rome? It's full on ornate fountains, grand buildings, columns that reach to heaven, and glorious churches! Trevi Fountain is the largest of all the fountains. It was started in 1732 and finished in 1762.


That was it for day 2 in Rome. I was wet and tired and just wanted to go back to the hotel and get warm. We had tentative plans to go to Pompeii the next day, but those didn't work out in the end. I could kick myself now for not just going. When will I ever have a chance again? I guess it just gives me another excuse to go back to Italy! Ciao!
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]]>These marbles, the works of the dreamers and idealists of old, live on, leading and pointing to good. They are the works of visionaries and dreamers, but they are realizations of soul, the representations of the ideal. They are grand, beautiful, and true, and they speak with a voice that echoes through the ages. Governments have changed; empires have fallen; nations have passed away; but these mute marbles remain—the oracles of time, the perfection of art.
There is so much there that lives on. It seems every corner you turn you are confronted with some grand building, a wondrous fountain, or random ancient ruins. It is a city thank can certainly keep you in awe. I found it cleaner and somehow fresher than Athens. Seems odd. But true. Athens somehow has an identity crisis. She has been through a lot and is not sure what defines her. The ancient past or the recent past. With Rome it is clear that history never passed it by. The ancient blends with the medieval with hardly a seam to be seen. At any rate, four measly days are hardly enough to experience Rome to the fullest. But I did my darndest with my travel companion Samantha.
We arrived in Rome on a Wednesday evening and caught the "Leonardo Express" from the airport to Roma Termini (central station). Roma Termini is quite large and once we exited and walked along the street we thought it would never end. I found out how deceiving maps can be, or at least appear to be when you have no idea where you are going in a dark and strange city. The hotel I had booked appeared to be a short walk from Termini. I didn't time the walk but it certainly seemed to be longer than 10-15 minutes. Needless to say we passed by our hotel in the dark once but finally found it. The Hotel Emona Aquaeductus is located right next to Nero's Aqueduct. It's a rather out of the way section but was at least quiet. Almost too quiet when it came to finding dinner! The hotel owner was quiet helpful and gave us the names and directions to several eateries. We finally found Rome Antica and I had a lovely dinner of linguine with porcini mushrooms.

Thanksgiving Day dawned bright and sunny at least. I had purchased advance tickets to see the Vatican museums on the advice of several people so we were tied into an itinerary on that day. In hindsite it would have been a better day to see the Colosseum and Forum Roma, but we had planned to go to Naples and Pompeii on Friday. That never happened for various reasons. We took the metro to the stop closest to St. Peter's and the Vatican, got off, exited and stood there like lost souls wondering which way to go. It's often disorienting coming out of a metro station. We finally followed the sea of "tour guides" harassing us to take a tour of the site. I finally started answering them with a sound "Οχι!" when they asked if I spoke English. Between them and the signs we made our way to St. Peter's square. We didn't enter through the front, but through the side, so it was a little anti-climatic, but once I was in the square I had goosebumps.



The line was pretty long to go inside St. Peter's so we headed to a coffee shop to have something warm before our ticket time at the Vatican museum. It was a bit brisk in Rome that morning and a nice warm cappuccino did the trick! A walk along the street out of St. Peter's was filled with shops selling "Papal" souvenirs and such. I couldn't resist the "bambinos" in the window!

I expected long lines at the Vatican museum, but there was not a line to be had. Walked right up to the ticket booth and got my tickets before the time I had reserved them for. I didn't take many photos at the Vatican museums because it was too dark in many of the rooms. One of the main reasons we went there was to see the Sistine Chapel. In order to get to the Sistine Chapel you have to follow a labyrinth of galleries to get to there. Turn a corner and see a sign that says "Sistine Chapel ---->" and you think it is right around the corner. But no! It's another gallery! Shortly after there is another sign, then another gallery, sign, gallery, sign, gallery. Some of the sights along the way....
The mummy!

The Octagonal Courtyard

Laocoon and sons

The BIG toe...

Dome

Random statue. Note the fig leaf. Many of these fig leaves were added under certain Pope's because they felt the nude body was shameful. I think they just look silly...fig leaves that is, not nude bodies..

The tapestries were enormous. I wish I had something to show the scale....

Gilded ceiling...

Paintings...

Raphael's "School of Athens"

And then finally...the Sistine Chapel!! The masterpiece of Michelangelo!! Sorry, no photos. Here it wasn't even no flash, but no photos period. What a let down for the photographer in me. But let me assure you, it was amazing and neck craning! I could have just stood there all day basking in the wonderful color and glory of this work. It is so much to take in. That's Rome in a nutshell actually. So much to take in!
I can tell you that the Vatican is overwhelming. Even once you leave the Sistine Chapel you walk through hall after hall of opulence and grandeur. After a while it's just sensory overload. So we exited and sought out lunch. FYI, the stair case to exit was pretty awesome as well...

Lunch was a bowl of minestrone soup and a glass of wine at a dive of a sidewalk place not far from the Vatican. Can't complain though. The wine was on the house. However, we did order desert (panne cotta) and noticed that the waiter pulled what looked like "pudding cups" from the fridge and shortly after came with a beautiful display of this baked custard similar to flan. We just had to laugh knowing it was pre-made pudding cup panne cotta. It wasn't bad and the soup was perfect for a chilly day. Wine is always good....

Bellies full it was on to St. Peter's with hopes that the line would not be too long. Thankfully it wasn't and we made it through the security check within 15 minutes easy. St. Peter's is another bit of "overwhelm". It's just huge and ornate and beautiful. We were lucky to be inside when they were doing some sort of commemorative service, thus we heard the organ played and later some singing. The acoustics are amazing! I also got to pray in the chapel they have set aside just for that purpose. In all its grandeur and touristic appeal, St. Peter's can be quite serene.
The outside of St. Peter's

Yes, I'm really there

The papal balcony!!


As the sun sets

First look inside....wow!!

The floors are beautiful


As are the ceilings. That's Greek in that second photo by the way. No I won't translate it for you (because I can't)


St. Andrew sculpture

Can you believe this is a mosaic?

Michelangelo's Pieta

Darkness had fallen by the time we exited St. Peter's. Everything was just as beautiful, if not more so.

I didn't want to leave St. Peter's behind. But it was Thanksgiving and Sam and I had a date with some pizza for dinner. We made our way down by St. Angelo's Castle, hoping to go in, but opted out when we found it cost 11 euro to enter. Rome can be a bit pricey. The Tiber River was beautiful at night though...

I somehow managed to navigate us back to a metro station so we could get back to our "neighborhood" and find some pizza. So we didn't have pizza in a quaint little pizzeria but we did get some pretty darn good Roman pizza at a little take out place. They made your pizza right then and there when you order. Can you say thin crust? These things were done in about 5 minutes tops. Much different from American pizza. Simplicity at it's best.

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]]>I now realize I am going to miss it all
I love Athens. At the same time I really don’t like Athens. As I walked down the street the other night the wonderful smells of the tavernas and bakeries filling my nose, I realized that I would miss this city when I have to leave it. In spite of the noise, the grime, the pollution, the strange sites (twice I have witnessed drug use on the streets). Going back home will be hard. There is so much I will miss. Having everything within walking distance. Tavernas at my beck and call during the late hours of the night. Gelato on every street corner. Bakeries and more bakeries. Greek yogurt. Good Greek wine. The sound of “worry” beads clicking. Baklava. Chocolate covered baklava. Finding ruins at every turn. Shopping in Plaka and Monastiraki. Syntagma. The central market. Laiki. Incredibly fresh fruits and vegetables. You get the idea? But that is just what I will miss about Athens! What I will miss about the rest of Greece is the sheer beauty of it all. The mountains are incredible, the views stunning. The air is so fresh, so clear. Even bad weather can’t ruin a day in Meteora or Delphi.
Delphi is just where I went two weekends ago. What an incredible place it is. Not just for the ancient ruins, but for the location of it all. The ancient inhabitants certainly had the right idea when they chose this spot for a sanctuary. Delphi is located high up on the slopes of Mt. Parnassus. You can’t actually see the peak of Parnassus from the site though. I know I usually write some great info on these sites but sometimes the photos are enough. I’ll see what I can pull from my brain as I post them.
I slept part of our drive up, but when I was awake it was usually cloudy, foggy, and sometimes rainy. At one point we stopped to see if we could find the Oedipus crossroads. We missed the actual spot but did get some great views and the sky actually cleared up for a while!

When we got to the hotel in Delphi we had some free time to just explore after we got settled in. I decided to take my camera and go on a solo walk. It was quite windy and cool there but the clouds made for some dramatic views over the mountains. Delphi sits not too far from the water and you can see the bay in the first photo here.


We visited the lower sanctuary that night. Not much there except for the tholos and the gymnasium, as well as a temple.
This is the gymnasium from afar....

The tholos, which designates a round building. Scholars really have no idea what purpose tholos served.


As it started to sprinkle we made our way out of the lower sanctuary and by the Kastalian spring. Those who visited the temple in ancient times would have washed to purify themselves here at the spring.

The rest of the evening was spent wandering the town, having hot chocolate and finding a cool taverna for dinner. As always, ice cream is popular!

After hot chocolate we wandered up hill and chose a place called the Vakos to have dinner. No photos of my food, but I had lamb I believe.

I was pretty pleased with our hotel. I managed to grab a single room so I didn't have to share with anyone. Although I have to say the wind picked up so much that night that I might as well have had a snorer in the room with me. Something banged on the roof of the building all night. I thought we were having a hurricane for a while! The next day dawned a bit cloudy with a slight threat of rain. We were lucky that it held off until we were finished touring the main sanctuary site. This is where the good stuff is!
The omphalos, or "navel" of the earth. Legend has it that Zeus set lose two eagles to fly around the earth and where they landed was considered the center of the earth. It is said that they landed at Delphi. There were many omphalos found in the sanctuary.

This lovely kitty followed us the whole way through almost. She is the center of the world!

A bit further up is the Athenian Treasury, given by the city state of Athens.

and then the base of an enormous tripod that was supported by a bronze column of intertwined snakes. The serpentine column now resides in Istanbul in the Hippodrome. Yes, I have a photo as you can see...


A cute little dog followed us around the whole time we were there. Several wanted to take him home...

The Temple of Apollo at Delphi. This is where the oracle was housed. She was called the Pythia and sat on a tripod that some say was over a fissure in the earth that seeped gasses causing her to have her visions. Others say she chewed on laurel leaves. It is apparently true that a group of German archaeologists tried chewing laurel leaves to see if there was a hallucinogenic effect. They failed to find conclusive evidence.


And then there is the theatre. What a view!

The museum experience was kind of tainted by the fact that we were behind a large tour group. But I did get a few photos of some treasures, like the Naxian Sphinx, so called because it was dedicated by the island of Naxos, and the archaic chryselephantine statues. The Naxian Sphinx is impressive alone but just imagine it on a column that is 33 feet in height!

Chryselephatine statues are made of ivory and gold. Imagine huge cult statues made of this!

There seemed to be a colony of tabby cats that populated the area around the museum, as well as a few other cats that I captured while at Delphi. Yes, these are all different cats....






and the beautiful little grey and white kitty who followed us...


and finally a lone black cat I found wandering the streets...

A little shopping, lunch in a cute taverna while it rained like crazy, and an evening Arachova is the end of this entry....



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]]>Kalabaka (Καλαμπακα in Greek) is about a 4 hour train ride from Athens. We were fortunate enough to have reserved seats in first class, because that was all that was left when the tickets were purchased. I like train travel. It's comfortable, quick and cheap in Greece, even if figuring out which car to get on is confusing! The scenery was quite beautiful on the way up. Leaving the city behind was refreshing. At one point the train hugged a mountainside with spectacular views down into the valley. It almost felt as if we were flying instead of on a train, it was that precarious!
After 4+ hours we arrived in Kalabaka and headed into town to find a hotel. After what seemed like a long walk lugging my heave backpack (yes, I tend to overpack these days) we arrived at the Alsos House and had a bit of a disagreement over whether we should stay there or Koka Roka. I preferred Alsos House myself because Koka Roka, well....at any rate, we decided on Alsos House and for 20 euro a night (per person) we had a bed, shower and simple breakfast. Besides, we were there to see Meteora!! What a sight this place is. It is beyond words.
The name Meteora means "suspended in air" and one look at the area convinces you why it's called that. Massive rock columns with sheer cliffs jut out of the earth and ascend into the sky as if they were put their by massive giants. What makes it even more impressive is the number of monasteries that have been built on top of these rock columns. I've always known monks were dedicated, but this proves it. To live in a monastery perched up in the sky takes dedication but the closeness to heaven is apparent and you realize why this place was chosen. I could easily seek solitude here. The climb up the footpath, getting soaked in the rain, freezing, walking kilometer after kilometer, it was all worth it. I'll let the pictures tell the rest of the story.
The view from our hotel....

Town of Kalabaka from above...







No pantaloons please....




The fog eventually started to close in....


One of the monastery cats...




We eventually walked through some Tolkienesque woods....


The road goes ever on and on....


More monastery kitties...

Are we almost there? We were making our way to Kastraki. Cold. Wet. Hungry.

We finally made it into Kastraki. Pastitsio and local red wine has never been so welcome!!

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]]>I think the Hagia Sophia, or Church of Holy Wisdom, is one thing most people think of when they think of Istanbul. It is a wonder, that is for sure. The site itself is replete with history. It is believed that a pagan temple once stood on the site. The first church built there was done so by the emperor Constantius, son of Constantine (and we all know Constantinople was named for Constantine, don't we?) in 360 CE. It was burned, apparently by a mob, and was rebuilt by Theodosius II in 415 CE. Once again the church was destroyed during the Nika Revolt and rebuit by the Emperor Justinian who wanted to built the largest grandest basilica in all the Christian world. His work started in 532 and the church was finished in 537. It was designed by the architects Isidoros from Miletos and Anthemios of Tralles and marble and stone was imported from all various places in Anatolia to build the grand basilica. When the Ottomans took over the Empire in 1453 the Hagia Sophia was converted to the Ayasofya Camii (mosque) and the minarets were added to the outside architecture, while the inside received a niche facing the direction of Mecca and the rounded plaques with Arabic calligraphy. After the fall of the Ottoman Empire and the founding of the Turkish Republic under Ataturk, the mosque was converted to a museum in 1935.
No doubt the Hagia Sophia is grand. Just looking at it from afar is awe inspiring.

I probably didn't pick the best day to visit. Being Republic Day every place was crowded. I'm sure it's not nearly as bad as during the high tourist season though. The building was also decked out in huge Turkish flags.
The entrance to the Hagia Sofia...

I love to take photos without people in them, but at least with people you get an idea of the scale of the building. These are taken on the lower gallery. The lighting falling from the windows way above lends a mystical and heavenly feel to the place. This was the intent, to bring one a bit closer to heaven. I think it worked...





The niche, or mihrab, that was added when it was converted to a mosque

Windows facing east...

Large marble jar...

The domes. The scaffolding reaching up to the central dome is immense. The height of this dome is 54 meters and the diameter is 33 meters. It is supported by four massive columns.


Marble facing on the walls...

and some beautiful tile work with Arabic calligraphy in the background...

Moving to the upper gallery gives you some great views of below and an idea of the vastness. I can only imaging how wonderful it is without the scaffolding!



You also get some wonderful lighting. It took patience to get these without people in them!


The ceiling of the upper gallery and the detail on the columns...



Some graffiti....


and finally the famous Deësis mosaic. Fascinating, beautiful, and eerie at the same time. His eyes follow you no matter where you go....


I was pretty satisfied. Two trips to the Hagia Sophia in one year, hundreds of photos, a life time of memories.
My next stop was the Basilica Cistern. It is another site that I had already been to, but I was so fascinated with I had to go again. It was also built during the reign of Justinian in the 6th century and was used to store water brought into the city via the aqueducts.There are 336 columns for support. The bases of some of the columns were recycled Medusa heads. The rest are mostly Corinthian and Ionic. The cistern could hold 80,000 cubic meters of water.






Medusa!

The rest of the day I just spent walking around Sultanahmet, the Arasta Bazaar, up toward the Grand Bazaar. As I sat in Sultan Ahmet square I was engaged in conversation by a gentleman named Domus, who owned....you guessed it...a carpet shop. We chatted for a while and then I decided to walk on but that wasn't the last of Domus. I ran into him two more times that day. Yes, three. At one point I was sure he was following me around! The second time I ran into him he was with a friend, who's nameI cannot remember, but I do recall he was a tour guide. Knowing what I know about tour guides I asked him to show me his badge, and he did. They were going to lunch and invited me, so I accepted. We had döner, I talked a lot, the tour guide talked almost as much, and Domus said little. The lunch was delicious and when we left I took out my money to pay but they had already paid for me! Domus then insisted on showing me his shop, the Arasta bazaar, bought me tea, directed me to the mosaics museum and was very polite.
Domus' carpet shop is on the corner here...

Cafe were I had tea...

Arasta Bazaar....


That wasn't the last though. I ran into him one more time and he seemed just a little over zealous about spending time with me, so I told him I really had to get back to my hotel and pack for my flight home. He acquiesced, told me he was pleased to meet me and went on his way.
I didn't really have to go back to my hotel. I just preferred to spend the rest of my time wandering and taking my last few hours in solitude. I really did not want to leave this city. It does and will always have a special place in my heart as will the entire country of Turkiye. People have asked me to explain why I love it so much and I cannot put my finger on it. It is my spiritual place in a way that no other place has ever been.
I took one last walk up toward the bazaar quarter, taking in the sights and sounds, and smells...roasting kestane, nargile, sweets baking, coal burning. One thing I love seeing is all the beautiful headscarves the women wear. It's a touchy issue, teh headscarf. Some think these young women are forced to wear these, but I don't see that. I saw many of them, mostly being worn by young girls. They all look like they are enjoying life to the fullest, whether sitting with a lover in Gulhane Park (which seems to be a haven for young couples) or walking arm in arm down the street. They don't look oppressed to me. I say if they choose to wear this what difference is it from a young American girl choosing to wear the latest "in" fashions? This is not about fanaticism, it is a choice.

I'll leave you with just a few evening street scenes.....evening is the best time in Istanbul, especially when the weather is cool....it's an easy time to take it all in....it brings a sense of nostalgia to me. I will be back, my Istanbul!




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]]>I simply stood there, probably looking like an idiot to all the locals, enjoying the moment....

After enjoying that I walked on down to the Golden Horn. It was quite crowded that day. The balik ekmek boats seemed to be doing a brisk business. I would have to come back and check them out when I was hungry.

In the mean time I decided to walk across the Galata Bridge, after a got a few shots in of the view from the Eminonu side. You can see the Galata tower that sits above everything.

The number of fishers on the bridge is quite a site. Fishing poles dangle one beside another all the way across on both sides. Not sure if people fish for food or fun, but there sure are a lot of them!

I got across the bridge and wasn't quite sure where to go or what to do, so I found a little square with benches and rested for a while. I thought about walking to the Galata tower, but decided my feet weren't up to it at the moment. One of these days I will get to the Galata tower. I did get some amazing views of it from the middle of the Galata bridge.


Besides, I was getting hungry and wanted to head back across for some of that balik ekmek! So I walked back across on the other side of the bridge, the side facing toward Asia. Yep, that's a whole 'nother continent over there! One of these days I will explore the Asian side of Istanbul maybe.

Back to that balik ekmek. What fun it is to watch the men cook the fish, yell their line "balik ekmek! Buyrun!" People seem to flock to the boats to get such a simple meal. A piece of fried fish carelessly slapped into about half a loaf of bread with lettuce, tomato, and onion. The tiny tables you sit at provide the condiments - lemon juice and salt. Not a bad meal for 5 YTL and it's something you just have to do when in Istanbul. Various vendors are set up around the boats selling the traditional salgam, otherwise known as pickle juice. It is the juice from a turnip and has an interesting taste to say the least. I tried in on my last trip in Southern Turkiye. I have to say I haven't drank it since. I'll stick to seftali (peach juice) or visne su (cherry juice). I stat there right by the water and enjoyed my balik ekmek. This is the life!




Yum....

Tummy full I passed up all the other wonderful treats being sold down by the water. You surely won't go hungry in Istanbul if you have a couple of lira in your pocket!
Roasted corn....

Kestane...or chestnuts as we call them....

Simit, round bread covered with sesame seeds. Very similar to the Greek koulouri...

and of course, pickle juice...

It was time to head off in a direction I had never walked. I stayed along the water thinking it would probably take me somewhere near Topkapi palace. I had planned on going to the Archaeological museum, so that was an ideal direction to head. I got a different angle of the Yeni Camii, or New Mosque. I can't believe I didn't even think to go inside this one! Twice I've passed that opportunity! The second photo is taken from the other side of the street.


Further on up the road as it rose above the water I crossed over to Gulhane Park. I bit further up I could see the Bosphorus Bridge that connects Asia to Europe. Oh how well I remember crossing that bridge with Yucel at the helm back in January. Mehmet playing Billy Jean by Michael Jackson. Strange, I know, but he didn't have Istanbul on his iPod.

Gulhane Park is a very pleasant spot in the midst of a busy city. It's quiet and green and seemed to be full of young couples in love the day I walked through there. It sits right next to Topkapi Palace and is quite a large space. I sat for a while visiting with a cat before I decided to find the entrance to the Archaeological Museum.

The Archaeological Museum is quite extensive and one could spend hours in there if they wanted. I think I must have spent at least 2, if not more. I won't bore you with the myriad of photos I took while in there, but one of the more famous pieces is the Alexander Sarcophogus. It is quite a work of art! It features a relief sculpture of the Battle of Issos which was won by Alexander the Great. The sarcophogus dates to the 4th century BCE.

When I emerged from amongst the wonderful sculptures, sarcophagi and other artifacts I noticed a plethora of cats gathered in the courtyard. One young kitten took quite a liking to me and I was sure he was going to ride my shoulders home! He was quite the cute!

Of course he changed his mind as soon as one of the workers showed up and started talking to the cats. I'm guessing they must care for them. That's good, at least someone does. I'm sure the cats keep vermin down at the museum as well.
Going to feed the cats....

I left the museum and walked up the street toward Hagia Sophia because I had seen some shops there earlier and what happens? I get sidetracked by a curious carpet salesman, who of course wants to sell me a carpet! He was very nice though, invited me into his shop even after I told him I couldn't buy a carpet, and gave me tea. We chatted for quite a while as he tried to convince me to buy a carpet. The shopkeepers seem a bit more desperate this time than they did earlier in the year. Several had told me that the economic crisis had hurt their business over the summer. It's a shame. I can't remember his name, I have it written somewhere because of course he gave me his card so I could buy a carpet next time I come back!

I did walk up to the Sultan Ahmet square so I could get a photo of the Hagia Sophia in the sunset. Notice it is adorned with huge Turkish flags. This is in preparation for Republic Day, which would be celebrated the next day.

With my walking done for the day I headed back to my hotel because I had plans for the evening. I was going to go treat myself to the full blown service of one of the Turkish baths! Last time I went to the Cağaloğlu Hamami, which is on the list of 1000 places you must see before you die. This time I decided to give Çemberlitaş Hamami a try. It's best to do a Turkish bath at the end of the day, because afterward you are worthless. Just what is a Turkish bath? Heaven! Ok, it's not for the shy, or those who are bothered by seeing strangers in all their naked glory. Once you have chosen the service, you can choose from self service (just the use of the facility), one massage (they basically exfoliate you) or the full treatment. I chose the full treatment. This involved getting undressed, wrapping yourself in a linen towel and heading to a large room that has a round heated marble slab in the middle surrounded by many fountains with running hot and cold water. This is called the warm room. You lie on the slab, relaxing until your attendant is ready to scrub you down. The first scrub is exfoliating. The attendant uses a mitt to scrub your body, getting rid of all that dead skin. Gross isn't it? She then rinses you with warm water. During all this time you are on the heated marble slab. Once she has rinsed you she takes this pillowcase (that's what it looks like anyway) and dips it in soapy water, then fills it with air and squeezes it so that a wondrous amount of soapy suds envelops you! She then massages you from head to toe, redoing the suds ritual as needed. When I say head to toe, I mean head to toe. Almost. It isn't until she is finished with this that she leads you to one of the basins where you are instructed to sit and she washes your hair and does your shoulders. Once you are done here she leads you out for the oil massage. When I went to Cağaloğlu they did this right there in the bath, but at Çemberlitaş they have a separate room for the oil massage. And was it wonderful!! Once you are done with the oil massage you can go back into the warm room to lie on the slab or bath if you choose. You are free to stay as long as you like. Once I was done, I was totally worthless. But I must have looked relaxed because on my way back to the hotel a shopkeeper stopped me and said "you've been to the hamam!"
Yes I had..and it was every bit as wonderful as I remember. I think I slept better than night than I had in a long time! One more day left in Istanbul.
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]]>My second day dawned bright and promising. There is so much to do and see here. Of course I had seen much of it the last time so I wanted to choose wisely and venture out a bit more this time. I made the choice to just see where my feet would take me and save the sights around Sultanahmet for Wednesday. It wouldn’t matter how far I ventured or what time I got back like it would on Wednesday.
My first stop was the Sultan Ahmet Mosque, often called the Blue Mosque because of the beautiful blue Iznik tiles that make up a large part of its decor. This is probably one of the most well known mosques in the world. I think the Hagia Sophia often overshadows it in visitor’s eyes - it never seems to be quite so busy - but the Blue Mosque certainly is no less of an architectural wonder. Sitting across Sultanahmet square from Hagia Sophia the two seem to rival each other. There is nothing like standing there between the two, gazing back toward each other as symbols of the history of İstanbul, the glory of the Byzantine Empire and the rise of the Ottoman Empire.
The Blue Mosque was built between 1609-1616, commissioned by Sultan Ahmet I. It was a controversial project because of its six minarets, which rivaled the architecture of Mecca. No doubt it is a sight to behold both inside and out.

Viewing the domes from the courtyard below (taken later that evening)….

In the evening sun…..

The entrance from the Hippodrome side...

Covered walkway around the courtyard…

When entering mosques it is a must to remove your shoes. Here they give you a plastic bag in which you can place your shoes and carry them with you since the entrance and exit are on opposite sides of the prayer room. It is requested that women cover their head, although many visitors apparently do not care about this request. The day I visited I was the only woman with her head covered out of about 100 tourists – at least half of those women. I’m also surprised the people talk as loudly as they do in these glorious places of worship. People were praying, yet the tourists act as if this is an attraction at Disney World or something. I always feel it appropriate to respect the customs of a culture myself. I suppose much of the world does not agree with me. Needless to say, it is still a magical place on the inside. The beauty does astound you.


Look at the size of the columns. These are required to hold up the massive domes.



The blue Iznik tiles that give the mosque its popular name…


I will always be astounded by these architectural wonders! I left Sultanahmet and headed up toward the Bazaar quarter. I am not sure I had a destination in mind, but I did want to seek out Constantine’s Column. So I headed up Divan Yolu Cadessi (street) toward the bazaar quarter. I'd say this was one of the main "tourist" streets in the area. It is filled with shops and cafes that seem to cater to tourists, including the famous Pudding Shop Lale Restaurant. Opened in 1957, it was the one place in the area that tourists could congregate to find information on traveling within Turkiye and to Asia. The Pudding Shop had its heyday in the 60's and 70's I believe and was a must visit for the hippie crowd. I had planned to eat there but was never hungry when I passed it. Never fear, we dined at the Pudding Shop in January, so I haven't missed out.

A short walk up and you find a few American names in eateries. None other than McDonalds and Starbucks. For some reason now I desire to call soft serve ice cream from McDonalds "McDondurma", such a catchy name. No, I didn't stop and have McDondurma or Starbucks coffee (sorry Linda, I should have had one in your honor).


I finally made it to where the map said Constantine's Column was located. But where was it? I know I had been by here a dozen times it seems and I never saw it? How could I miss it? Easy, it is completely obliterated from sight by massive amounts of scaffolding. The column was erected in 330 by Constantine the Great, you know, the guy Constantinople was named after, so it has been around for a while. It was the centerpiece of the Forum of Constantine's and a large statue of Constantine stood atop the column. The statue was toppled during a hurricane in 1106 and subsequently replaced by a large cross. The cross was removed during Ottoman reign. A fire in 1776 scorched the column and earned it it's current name "Çemberlitas", meaning burnt stone. Wow, a lot of information for something I can't even show you!

Çemberlitas Hamami is located right next to the column. A hamam is a Turkish bath and there are several in the city. It is one thing that I say you cannot miss when visiting. More on that later though. I passed on by the column and continued up the street toward the university. One thing I like about Istanbul is you meet people. People talk to you, mostly because they hope you are going to buy something from them, but I also think they are curious. My experience in Istanbul brought many conversations with shop owners, always men, who were intrigued by a woman in her 40's going back to school and traveling alone. But some of them just seem to want their photo taken. I walked by an indoor mall of sorts and decided to check it out. I had been looking for a pair of boots and thought maybe I would find some. As usual one of the shop keepers said hello and when he saw my camera asked me if I would take his picture. Of course I asked him if he would mind if I put it on the internet. He laughed and said sure, maybe he would become famous! So, I took his photo and another shop keeper that he kept joking about being too fat. He said "put his fat belly on the internet!" What characters!


It wasn't long after I left the "mall" that I had an old gentleman stop me and say hello. He then asked me if I would come back with him to his sons shop for tea. You know, a lot goes through your mind at this point. Like "is he trying to possibly find a wife for his son?" and "why me? Why does he want me to go back to his son's shop?" "Do I look like I can buy lots of things?" Maybe it's my camera. I surely an afford lots of carpets if I can afford my Nikon. I'm sure his son sold carpets. I'd bet 100YTL on it! I told him I was sorry, I had too many places to go and couldn't have tea at the moment. He was kind enough to let me snap a photo however.

I was getting a bit tired so I stopped and sat down on a curb near the university. There was a really precious cat there that soaked up every bit of attention I could give it. Cat you say? You saw cats in Istanbul? Where are their photos? Yes, I saw cats in Istanbul, lots of cats. There photos are plentiful enough to fill a blog entry devoted just to cats. So fear not, I have plenty of cats! As I sat there and played with this cat a young man came and sat next to me. I am not sure but I think his English was limited to "thank you" because he kept repeating the phrase over and over as he smiled at me. At one point he even pinched my cheek, a bit too hard at that! He played with the cat and said thank you many times over. I finally had to capture the moment and he was gracious enough to oblige. He did know goodbye, because he said it when I left, along with thank you.

I stopped and looked at the map and noticed that it really was not that far to walk to the Süleymaniye Camii, or Suleyman Mosque. In January it was undergoing renovations and I was curious what headway had been made. Maybe I could see the inside this time! So I headed in that general direction. Couldn't help but think of Joanna along the way when I saw a Papadapoulos in Turkiye!!

I made my way through back streets and alley ways, around the university, across torn up sidewalks being repaired, to dead ends and back tracks! Going off the beaten path always yields something of a treasure though. I just happened upon the Kalenderhane Camii. Once an Eastern Orthodox church, Kalenderhane was converted to a mosque under Ottoman rule. It was so named because it was used by the Kalenderi Dervish sect.

Leaving Kalenderhane mosque you can walk through the eastern most section of the Valens Aqueduct. This section of the aqueduct, however, does not do the structure justice. Much of the original structure still stands after 15 centuries! The best section is viewed via Atatürk Bulvarı, a highway that passes through the arches. I thought I had a photo from my last trip, but alas I don't seem to have it. Google Valens Aqueduct and choose images. You won't be disappointed. Unfortunately getting to it on foot was not feasible for me, so I can't share it personally. Except for the small bit that sits near Kalenderhane.

A bit of a walk up this street and you see Suleyman Mosque looming over the landscape!

As I get closer I can clearly see that it is still under renovation. I understand the project is extensive. Unfortunately it is still not completely open as the inside renovations are still underway. I did explore around it and into the tomb of Suleyman the Magnificent. The mosque was designed by an architect named Minar Sinan and is considered Istanbul's greatest Mosque, although the Blue Mosque seems to overshadow it simply because of it's proximity to the Hagia Sophia. Suleyman Mosque was built in 1557. Next to the mosque you will find the tombs of Suleyman and his sultana Roxelana. The courtyard is a very relaxing and peaceful place when construction is not going on.


Covered walkway around Suleyman's tomb...

The tombs...


The buildings that surround the mosque were once various medreses (theological schools), soup kitchens, caravansarai, and hamams. One soup kitchen is not a restaurant that serves Ottoman cuisine and of course Turkish tea! I sat and had a couple myself as it was a cool day with a slight breeze. Tea is the answer to most anything, especially Turkish tea. Two lumps of sugar please!

Filled with my tea I walked around the other side of the mosque to discover some more of the architecture.

The streets around Suleyman become narrow and hilly since it is located on one of the seven hills of Istanbul. I knew walking downward to the north would bring me to the Eminönü district of the city and the Golden Horn. You can always count on Eminönü to be bustling. It is full of life no matter what the weather. Breaking out from small winding streets onto the main street that runs through the Eminönü district.

There is a lot to see and do down here. It is a major center for transportation with ferry docks, trains, trams and plenty of cars. The Spice Bazaar is situated here as well as the Yeni Camii, Rüstem Pasha Camii. By now you probably realize that camii means mosque. It has been a center for shopping since Byzantine times and not much has changed. Again it was apparent that celebration was eminent with all the flags flapping in the wind. I had spotted many larger than life flags hanging all over the city, some with Mustafa Kemal Ataturk's imposing image looking down upon what he created. Mustafa Kemel Ataturk is the father of the modern Turkish Republic. From the BBC History website:
He launched a programme of revolutionary social and political reform to modernise Turkey. These reforms included the emancipation of women, the abolition of all Islamic institutions and the introduction of Western legal codes, dress, calendar and alphabet, replacing the Arabic script with a Latin one. Abroad he pursued a policy of neutrality, establishing friendly relations with Turkey's neighbours.
In 1935, when surnames were introduced in Turkey, he was given the name Atatürk, meaning 'Father of the Turks'. He died on 10 November 1938.
The subject of Ataturk is an interesting one to say the least. He is revered throughout all the country. You see images of him everywhere, from statues to money. It is apparently illegal to insult Ataturk and as an interesting aside YouTube is now banned in Turkiye as a result of some insulting videos that were allegedly put on the site by Greeks. I can attest to the fact that YouTube is banned because I tried to look at a video someone posted and got a message in Turkish that says "Access to this site has been denied by court order" Sometimes I wish we could all just get along, and I think if it were up to the majority we would. It is a minority few who ruin it for everyone. I have seen the bickering and squabbling on YouTube between Greeks and Turks and it is ridiculous and childish. As a whole though, I think the two countries have made progress in their relations with one another.
Just a couple of the Ataturk flags I spotted...


Now I realize this blog entry has went on for a quite lengthy bit. My passion and obsession for Turkiye knows no bounds. I could go on and on and on. There is much more to post, so many more photos and experiences and I'm still not even halfway through one day! Let me break this one up into two separate entries. I promise there is more to come. Stay tuned for ekmek balik, the Galata Bridge, Gulhane Park, another Turkish carpet salesman, the archaeological museum, and finally the hamam!!
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]]>In a word, it is magical.
I love İstanbul and to be back again I have to say was the climax of my entire semester abroad. I know many might find it strange that I chose to study in Greece, when Türkiye was where I really wanted to be. The logistics behind doing a semester in Türkiye were more than I wanted to deal with, however, so I chose the next best thing (and the next closest place).
Monday morning I woke up early to shower and catch my minibus to the airport in Izmir. I was so lucky that Fisun handled my reservation for the bus. I had nothing to do but walk to the stop, which happened to be right next to my hotel, tell the drive my name, board and we were on our way. The early morning light crept over horizon as I headed out of Kuşadasi toward Izmir. I love this quiet part of the morning. The Turkish landscape bathed in the soft morning light. Sage green of olives with gray rocks being illuminated by the soft morning sun. Minarets jutting above the small towns, sun glinting off their spires. Beautiful.
We arrived at the airport in ample time. Check in with Turkish Airlines seemed to go much smoother than with Olympic. Faster too. The flight even left on time! We were even served food, imagine that! Landing in İstanbul I saw that rain was falling outside. It reminded me of my last day here in January. I have to say I love the city even under gray skies! I had thought I would try to use the metro to get to Sirkeci, where my hotel was located, but in the end decided a taxi was easier and less stressful, although more expensive. I have to tell you that during this ride I felt like I needed to pinch myself. I couldn't believe I was actually back in İstanbul! There were the city walls, the giant Turkish flag, everything I remember. I was too stupefied with glee to even bother taking photos! I was pleased with my hotel location and the taxi ride only cost me about 35 YTL. Much cheaper than an Athens taxi ride.
This is familiar territory. I remember the pub on the corner. The small convenient store across the street. The cafe where we bought gelato. All familiar. Admittedly this photo of my hotel was taken the last day I was there...almost an after thought!

When I got checked in, unpacked, settled in I had a hard time deciding just what I wanted to do first. I had seen much of it before, so not a lot was "new" to me. I thought that I just wanted to walk around that first day and explore. Something I didn't get to do a lot of the last time I was here. After I called a sleepy husband back home (it was early) to let him know I made it, I headed out to see where my feet would take me. Of course I wanted to start somewhere familiar and work my way out, so I went toward Sultanahmet square. This square is located right in between the Sultan Ahmet Mosque and the Hagia Sophia. Right next to the Hippodrome. There is not much left of the ancient Hippodrome these days. The Hippodrome dates from the glory of the Byzantine Empire. It was the heart of political and sporting life at one time. It is now a park referred to as At Meydani. The use now is in great contrast to the days of the Byzantine and Ottoman Empires! Most visitors come to the Hippodrome to see the Obelisk of Theodosius, a 3500 year old Egyptian obelisk brought to Constantinople and erected by the emperor Theodosius of course. Imagine bringing this all the way from Egypt!

The base of the obelisk...

You will also find this beautiful fountain (and pigeons) in the park. The fountain was given as a gift to the city by Kaiser Wilhelm II of Germany in 1901. It is very elaborate!


I made my way through the park and decided to head down a side street on the other side of Sultan Ahmet Mosque (commonly called the Blue Mosque by visitors). I wasn't disappointed. The cobbled streets let me to some shops and an interesting UPS man on the UPS building.



But that isn't the best part! The shop owner of the above shop came out and started to talk with me. He asked if I had seen the little Hagia Sophia mosque. If I hadn't been familiar with this mosque I might have been suspicious, but in fact, it was on my "must see" list. He offered to walk me to it and I took him up on the offer. His name was Philip and I am so disappointed I did not get a photograph of him. He was very nice and although I admit I was a bit hesitant to follow a strange Turkish man to an unknown location, my heart said I could trust him. Reminded me of the night in Kusadasi when a shop owner named Mehmet walked us to the fisherman's wharf and drank tea with us while playing backgammon. This is the true hospitality of the Turkish people. I think it is part of the reason I love the country so much. So Philip walked me to the Küçük Ayasofia Camii ( Küçük means little in Turkish and Camii means mosque) other wise known as the "Little" Hagia Sophia mosque. This was built by the emperor Justinian around 530 CE and was called Church of St. Sergius and Bacchus at the time. Because it resembled the Hagia Sophia, also built under Justinian, it was renamed this when converted to a mosque in the 1500's.
Not as grand as some mosques, it has it's charm. I understand it underwent some restoration last year, so it looks rather fresh and new both inside and out. Philip showed me all around inside the mosque and his wonder at the piece of architecture was evident. He finally told me he would leave me so I could take some photographs, but not before he asked me to stop back by his shop. Of course he hoped I would purchase something, but it didn't not diminish his hospitality in the least!
Just a few of the many photographs I took of this little treasure....




There were a lot of graves surrounding the mosque. A walkway took me around it so I could explore the graveyard. I love the headstones with Arabic script on them.

Yes, I did stop back by Philip's shop on my way back from the mosque. No, I didn't purchase anything. Much of what he sold was breakable and the truth is it was very similar to things I bought on my last visit. Pottery, tiles, lamps. I was trying to keep my purchase to a minimum. Not an easy quest when in İstanbul and you have the Grand Bazaar!
The overcast sky was darkening and rain seemed imminent. Best game plan in this case was to head indoors. But where do you go in İstanbul when the weather won't cooperate? Why the Bazaar of course! There is something about the hustle and bustle of the Bazaar that is both crazy and fun at the same time. Imagine thousands of shops under one roof. It is an overwhelming experience. There are so many avenues, so many shops, so many crazy shop owners trying to sell you their wares. A definite must when in İstanbul. The Bazaar was establish under Mehmet II in 1453. Quite an old mall by any standard I would say. It cannot be described. Nothing prepares you. You just have to see it to understand it. A madhouse would be putting it mildly. Those who know me know I don't like crowds. But I love this. It's so much better than the mall crowd at Christmas in the US. People aren't stressed or crazy. Everyone is having a good time. It's not unusual for a shop owner to offer you tea, or Turkish delight. Bargaining is essential. You never pay what an item is marked. Bargaining is half the fun!


I probably spent at least an hour just wandering through the bazaar and did not see even half of it. It is quite easy to get lost, but you can always find your way to one of the gates and out. If you keep going down you will usually end up on one of the streets that leads down toward the spice bazaar. One street is filled with shops selling various cheeses, meats, nuts, fish, and produce.



The spice bazaar fills your nose with the wonderful sent of spices. I was not fortunate enough to get into the actual spice bazaar this visit. It started to rain while I sat out in the square next to it and when I passed by it was quite crowded. My senses had been overwhelmed already so I decided to make my way back to the hotel to see if the rain would pass. Not before I noticed all the flags and celebratory decor in the square. It seems İstanbul was preparing for some sort of celebration and I was curious as to what it was. Using my minimal Turkish, my phrase book, and the trusty internet back at the hotel, I came to the conclusion that the coming Wednesday was Republic Day. This is the day Türkiye celebrates the anniversary of the founding of the Republic. October 29, 2008 would be its 85th birthday. How exciting to know I would be there for the celebration, although it wasn't clear just what the celebration would be.

The rain finally eased up, so I headed back toward the Bazaar quarter to see what I could find and hopefully get some dinner. I can't tell you how happy I was to find a place that sold lamacun! Finally, some authentic lamacun once again.
Don't say it Laura!! Mmmmmm....lamacun!

As I sat there and enjoyed my lamacun and şeftalı (peach juice) I noticed the waiter speaking Greek to another table. I couldn't help it, when I wanted my check I just had to ask how much in Greek. The waiter seemed to get a kick out of my Greek skills. In fact, I spoke more Greek there than I seem to do in Greece. A shop keeper in the Bazaar was going to give some other shoppers a good deal on Pashmina's because they were Greek, and good neighbors to Türkiye, so I told him I was living in Athens and wanted a good deal as well. It took some convincing, but he finally sold me a beautiful orange pashmina for 10 euro. I just wish I had bought more!
One day had come to an end in İstanbul. I think I was the happiest woman in the world for a few moments that day. Lamacun. Call to prayer. Bazaar time. Turkish hospitality. What more could you want?
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