Escape out of the megatropolis
April 23, 2016
Up! Lets get up! Prepare some food, very light bags, we’re heading to Kabatas to hop on a ferry. Stop for simits on the way, rush down the hill, catch the tram and we made it with 15 minutes to spare (luxury!) onto the “Baris Manco” vessel on its way to the Islands.
We eat our breakfast on the boat and then watch the multitude of birds racing along the ferry, passengers feed them, they are amazing, executing all sorts of aerial acrobatics for a bite of food thrown at them by the passengers.
We go to Buyuk Ada, the largest island, its my first time there. Right off the ferry it is a tourist mad trap and I am not sure I like it… but a few steps in and the beauty conquers me already.
We climb a very steep hill. There are flowers… real flowers, not planted ones, flowers that just decided to grow there and there are millions of bees, oh, the sound of bees… I look down and see cute red and black bugs, kind of like lady bugs but without the hard shell… I am dizzied by this life, I am not assimilating all this right there and then. My heart is pumping hard and I am sweating up this hill, and I am out of Istanbul with a backpack on my back and a friend at my side.
Trees. They are grey bodied, hard bodied, sturdy, heat bearing pine trees. What are they doing in the ground like this, they should be ambulating, they look like they should ambulate…
we meet horses, flowers, hedge hogs (I had never seen a real one) dogs and cats, cows, ancient buildings, abandoned orphanage, the sea, boats, carriages (there are no gas propelled cars or vehicles on the islands) We saw the remains of mortal dreams and the eternity of the cycles of the sun and every moment was a blessing, and I kept realizing how much I needed this and how much I had forgotten what earth is like… as opposed to planet Istanbul…
I got to lay on the earth, feel its energy fill my cells, I got to breathe clean air, and see almost no one, I am so very thankful.
Fairy tale images
These “bags” are actually hardened cement or plaster… someone had them piled up and whatever job they were intended for, they never got used.. so they hardened on the spot, someone’s dream or project that never materialized.
Horses appear out of nowhere, they walk in the streets, eat where they may, follow their whims through the city. The horses on the carriages work hard. Some in very, very poor condition, my ex-horsewoman’s eye cannot avoid seeing the whitened hair of scars, the unfit bits and harnesses, the protruding bones and the smell of poorly kept animals. I wonder who supervises this?
Visiting the iconic places
April 13, 2016
Well I have been here pretty much 3 years now and I had never visited the tourist attractions. Last week I splurged and bought a Muzekart. That is for residents, good for a year, endless visits allowed museum card. Last week I visited Topkapi Palace. I never expected to be so taken away but I was. Completely. I have no photos as I forgot my camera… yeah I know.
Today it was Hagia Sophia. Amazing. This place has artifacts in it that date over 2000 years ago. From Greeks to Byzantines to Ottomans. They are renovating, so there are scaffolds inside, but the place is impossibly beautiful, despite the obvious passage of time.
First we passed by the old train station which was the place where the Orient Express docked… gorgeous.
Then into the gigantic church-mosque
this is a vessel from Greek times, over 2000 years old. It had been purchased by one of the Sultans…
some of the mosaics still existing on the second floor
These doors…
They fascinate me… and talking of doors this one is made of bronze and was made by Greeks 2300 years ago. the beauty of the details and the fact that they survived like this is a wonder. It is called “the beautiful door”
and of course a cat…
and after all the walking, coffee…
and some tahin sweets that we smuggled in.
It was a great day. The sun out and warm but it’s still very breezy and there is no heavy sweating yet. The Old City is very quiet though. There are very few tourists, the shadow of terrorist bombings still looms wide and dark. Where there should be huge line ups, like at Galata Tower, mostly locals can be seen. We all are very conscious of this fact as we walk around, noises, weird looking people, will make us jump a bit.
But we must live, enjoy, celebrate this gift of this life and this gift of so many wonders surrounding us.