Istanbul again

Here I am again, back in Istanbul, sitting on the terrace of this backpacker's hostel and half-eavesdropping on the conversation of some 20-something Aussies. If it's not Germans, it's Australians.

You, long-suffering readers, were at least spared my Cats of Turkey blog post, though I have photos of cats in every town, every ruined city, that I visited. But I couldn't resist just this one shot, of the regal possessor of a rug shop that I passed this evening,

The human owner said that since I admired his beautiful cat, I was sure to love his beautiful rugs. But I didn't dare look inside.

It's now dark and as I type this I can see the lights reflected on the Bosporus on my left, the floodlit Blue Mosque in front of me, and Hagia Sophia just to my right. It seems a fitting place to end my tale. Thanks to all who have taken the trouble to follow my adventures. Until next time!

I'm typing this in a teahouse next to the Black Sea, in a pretty little town called Amasra. I arrived yesterday and after a brief search for accommodation that I was willing to pay for, I ended up in a room in a private home. There are clothes in all the drawers and closets in my room, so I speculate that this is the room of a child who has grown up and left the family home. The residents appear to be a late-middle-aged couple and a very elderly mother. They're sweet as can be, but don't speak any English, so many hand signals are being exchanged.

The house is in "the castle," a Roman-Byzantine fortification built around the perimeter of an island that's connected to the mainland by a narrow causeway. (You can just about see the house, a tasteful psychedelic green,  on the right side of the previous photo.) You can squeeze a small European-style car through the original gate--if you're very, very careful.

   










My hosts have NO WIFI!!! So there's not much to do here except relax, enjoy the view, and drink tea. Which is what I intend to do on my last day. I might go up to the tip of the island and watch the sunset over the Black Sea. Sounds like a full day to me.
   
(Sent from Istanbul the next day.)
   

I'm in old house geek heaven!

The old town in Safranbolu, near the Black Sea, is a U.N. World Heritage Site, famous for its traditional Ottoman houses. I've been here a couple of days and taken, approximately, a couple of thousand photos. I'll spare you all of them, but here is an example.

A few of the houses are open for tours--some more officially than others. I did the official tours and then accepted an offer from an enthusiastic gentleman to see his "museum." He seemed to think it was a museum to him and his family, as he told me about his parents, grandparents, etc. But it was interesting to see a house that's actually being lived in.

Rooms traditionally were (maybe are) specialized by social role rather than by function. I presume because their ancestors lived in tents, people eat, sleep, work, and relax in the same room--but one room is for men, one for women, one for a woman who has a child, etc.

Safranbolu also still has its caravanserai, where people traveling the Silk Road with their animals and wares would stay for the night. You can see some of the cave-like rooms where they bedded down and even stay in one, as the building is now a hotel.

And I can't resist adding this last photo of the proprietor of one of the house museums. She owns the house and runs a little souvenir shop and pancake restaurant on the ground floor. She definitely breaks the mold of the subdued Muslim woman! And she was happy to pose for photos with me and the three Malay/Singaporean women who were also visiting her establishment.

Notice my Muslim-friendly scarf hat. :-)

Tomorrow I move on to Amasra, a small port town on the Black Sea, for a day or so of relaxation before I head back to Istanbul and then to Boston. So expect one more thrilling installment before I'm done.

Pamukkale

The sweet little town of Pamukkale is famous for its travertine terraces, which step up a marble-white mountain just beyond the town. The milky water rushing down the hill is laced with calcium, which hardens into white stone. The Romans established a spa here and built a city above it.

Some of the terrace pools are still open for people to enjoy.

The Roman ruins above are almost as well preserved as those at Ephesus, but I had them nearly all to myself. At this point, I'm sure you can't bear to see another shot of a Roman ruin, but I'll add just this one: It's an olive oil press. The groove on the right is where the oil pours down into a container.

 










Like all my travelogues, it seems, I get back to food eventually. Here are a couple of ladies making golzeme, which is a kind of savory pancake folded around some filling: meat, cheese, or spinach. The lady in the foreground is rolling out the dough and her companion is cooking the pancakes over a coal-fired hotplate. Very tasty.

 










Over and out for tonight. Tomorrow: Ottoman houses!

Catching up...

Well, at last I'm in a guesthouse with a decent internet signal. I've covered a lot of territory since my last post, so this installment will be long.

This part of Turkey is crammed with ruins from the ancient Greek and Roman and Byzantine and Ottoman periods. The big concentrations of ruins are set off for tourists, but otherwise ancient remains simply litter the countryside. People casually incorporate ancient ruins into their houses, goat herders build them into their shelters, and bits from one ancient site have been incorporated into later ones.

Here, in the center of Selcuk, the Roman aqueducts are spread across town and into the hills beyond. Some of the buildings use them for walls. And the storks nest on the tops.

All of this gives the locals an up-close-and-personal sense of history we can't imagine.

When I last wrote, I was getting ready to visit Ephesus, probably the best preserved Roman town in the world. And it was really impressive, despite the frightening number of people visiting.

This is the famous library, somewhat askew. At once time, it was the third-largest in the world.

But plenty of more--shall we say--intimate remains are preserved.

Yes, this was the public toilet. People had bathrooms in their homes (as well as central heating from hot water piped under the floors), but the public toilet was a place where men met to socialize. The wealthy would get their slaves to save their spaces and warm the marble before they arrived.

Getting back to higher culture, the Temple of Hadrian has some remarkably well preserved carving, including this archway featuring Medusa.

After a long, hot day in the ruins, I accepted the opportunity to have dinner at my hosts' fancy pension in the hills outside of town. Watching the sun set over Selcuk Castle as I ate a wonderful traditional dinner was a fine way to end the day.

  

Getting ready to visit Ephesus!

I'm enjoying Selcuk, the town near Ephsus, and staying in a very nice pension run by a charming family, who don't include tech saavy among their charms. So I'm not sure whether I can even post this update on their sluggish internet. No hope of pictures! But all is well and I'm looking forward to seeing Ephesus this morning.

Those who know me may be shocked to hear that I've signed on to a guided tour. After trying to see Pergamon with by reading a guidebook and eavesdropping on passing tour groups, I've decided it's worth splashing out for Ephesus. The context is a big help when you're looking at ruins.

This town is famous for storks that nest on the tops of the old Roman aquaducts. Alas, they've just migrated back to Africa, so I can't provide any stork photos for Uncle Dean, our great family birder.

More when I have better internet...

Bergama in Greece---er, I mean Turkey

I love this charming little market town, but I keep thinking I'm in Greece. (Hi, Maria! I'm waving across the Aegean at you.) The houses and the people are really a lot like some of the towns on the Greek islands. And I'm not complaining.












This part of Turkey would be really exciting to those interested in Christian history. I keep running across places I heard about in Sunday School. The Red Basilica here in Bergama is mentioned in Revelations as one of the seven churches of the Apocalypse, and Satan himself is supposed to have a throne here. If so, he's probably finding it a bit drafty.

I also visited the Asceplion today, where Galen, the Greek physician, practiced. The remains are very impressive, and even more impressive is how unregarded they are. I haven't been to a lot of historical sites where you can sit on an overturned 1st century column to eat fresh figs, which I did. (Given to me by a kindly woman who was collecting them from the tree in front of her house.)

Back in the village, it seems to be market day. Bergama was sleepy when I arrived, but bustling today. The food here is amazing: fresh made or freshly brought in to market. Melons, tomatoes, beans, everything...

And the Turks do love their bread. It comes with every meal and bakeries are everywhere. I haven't eaten this much white bread ever. But it's delicious.

This has been a lovely, relaxing place to visit and I think I've finally overcome jet lag. Tomorrow I move on to Selcuk, the modern town near the ruins of Ephesus, another place out of Christian history. More Roman ruins!

I'm tired tonight and the internet is pokey, so this update will be short and sweet.

I got to Bergama without any trouble. Turkey is like a European country: well-organized and efficient. I went smoothly from bus to plane to bus to bus to this charming, Agean-like town.

And then I hiked up a hill and took a cable car (shudder! never again!) up, up, up to the ruins of Roman Pergamon.

It was hot, shadeless, and wonderful.

I'm staying in an enchanting guesthouse. This part of Turkey is reminiscent of Greece and I have a room in a whitewashed old house up a narrow, cobbled lane. It's simple and simply charming. And now I'm going to fall sideways into my beckoning bed. For once, the sideways photo is correct.

After three days in Istanbul, I can answer the question so many people asked before I left: Yes, it's dangerous here. And all of the danger can be summed up in one word: traffic.

These narrow cobbled streets were never meant for cars, much less hulking tourist buses. One-way signs mean nothing. In many places, the streets are lined with cast-iron bollards to keep the sidewalks from becoming roadways. Sidewalks, if they exist at all, vanish without notice. The only saving grace is that most of the time the cars are immobilized by jams.

But none of this matters when you're on the water. I enjoyed an obligatory Bosporus cruise this morning, culminating in fabulous views of the hill where Suleyman the Magnificant built his mosque (the one on the right).

So I enjoyed hiking uphill through the neighborhoods to the mosque, which is famous for its intact kitchens (closed for renovation) and Suleyman's tomb (closed for renovations). But the mosque was beautiful and had great views back from whence I'd come.

I upheld tradition and had a nice time getting lost on the way back to my part of town. I stopped at a tea house to enjoy a traditional Turkish tea to revive my energy.  Sitting next to me were two symbols of the new Turkey: drinking strong tea in tulip glasses, puffing on their nargilehs, and using their iPads.

Tomorrow I catch an early flight to Izmir, on my way to Bergama, a town famous for the Roman ruins of Pergamon. I have no idea how I'm going to get from the airport in Izmir to Bergama, but I'm sure it'll all be clear when I get there.