I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. I travel for travel's sake. The great affair is to move. RL Stevenson

What is this life if, full of care, we have no time to stand and stare? Welsh poet, William Henry Davies

Thursday, June 18, 2015

1/2015 ISTANBUL, TURKEY 16-21 JUNE 2015:



Our Australian government held a ballot in 2014 for any Australians or New Zealanders who wanted to attend the ANZAC dawn service at Gallipoli in Turkey in 2015. Being the 100th year of this WW1 campaign the ballot was designed to limit attending numbers to 8000 Australians and 200 New Zealanders. No ticket, no entry.
The landing at dawn on 25 April 1915 by the Australian and New Zealand Allied Forces (ANZAC), was heavily resisted by Turkish troops and the allied forces retreated from the peninsula after 8 months of sustained fighting and heavy casualties on both sides. Read all about here http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anzac_Day  This battle saw the end of the Ottoman Empire when their successful commander, Kemal Ataturk went on became president of Modern Turkey. For Australia and New Zealand, they entered the war to support Great Britain, fighting for King and Country but in doing so forged unique national identities.
So I entered the ballot, got selected and decided to take up the offer & travel Turkey, an area of the world I have not visited. My partner Terry decided he wouldn’t go, so I offered my 2nd ticket to his friend, living overseas in Asia these last few years and he accepted.
Work couldn’t see their way clear to grant me leave so I resigned my job of nearly 20 years in April 2105 and off we go again, albeit for only 6 months this time.

16 - 21 June 20151
ISTANBUL
LOVING ISTANBUL
Flying out from Melbourne at the end of autumn, I eagerly anticipate skipping a Melbourne winter for a Mediterranean summer and after 9 hours to Singapore, my 1 hr wander about Changi (no terminal change – yaah) gets me onto an 11 hr flight to Istanbul. Landing early next morning. I check out the brightly scarfed women in arrivals, so I’m very curious to know if it is really their hair under those huge bumps? It seems to me that the higher and bigger the bump, the more fashionable a woman is & Google has confirmed that this fashion trend is known as a camel hump & sometimes frowned upon by more the strict Islam adherents. But not all women are scarfed and I certainly feel at ease wandering around here on my own. Very easy trip by public transport into Istanbul’s city centre by train & tram putting my home town of Melbourne to shame for its archaic attitude to airport transport. It is cold & foggy here this morning but soon enough, following great instructions I arrive at the Antique Pension and I am very excited to see how close I am staying to Sultanahmet Square, home to a few of Istanbul’s famous landmarks.
 
 I’m too early to claim a bed so leaving my pack, I wander back to the Square to admire an installation of thousands and thousands of potted tulips here. This is the beginnings of the world’s largest Tulip carpet – copying a carpet pattern on display in magnificent colours, brightening up an otherwise grey day here. There are snack sellers about with simits (crusty bread ring), corn cobs & roasted chestnuts and there are hundreds & hundreds of tourists, mainly led about in tour groups passing through, lining up and getting on & off parked busses here. Heading back to my hostel, I run into Mal Ross, my partner’s friend who is attending the ANZAC service with me. He arrived yesterday, stayed elsewhere but checking in to the Antique today as well. The next four days are spent visiting the BIG 4 tourist hotspots in Istanbul interspersed with fascinating wanderings to both sides of the Bosphorous – European & Asian continents, as surely befits a world crossroad. 

This couple are travelling with a kettle!


Please feel free to skip these history bits, if you get bored!
 
THE HAGIA SOPHIA has a long reputation as an historical and architectural wonder of the world, due to its grandness, size and functionality. It has been constructed three times in the same location: The first church was constructed in 360, covered with a wooden roof but was burned down after a public riot that took place in 404. The second church was reconstructed in 415 but was demolished in 532, after another public riot during Emperor Justinianos’ reign. So he ordered that the structure be rebuilt and it was completed 5 years later. This 3rd Hagia Sophia is massive with the height of the dome from the ground level 55.6 m and the radius is 31.87 m in the North to South direction and 30.86 in the East to West direction. 
 The Emperor ordered all provinces under his reign to send the best architectural pieces to be used in the construction so that the Hagia Sophia would be bigger and grander than ever before (no wooden roof this time). The columns and marble used in the structure were taken from the ancient cities in and around Anatolia and Syria and includes 8 columns brought from Egypt to support the domes making up a total of 104 columns, 40 in the lower and 64 in the upper gallery. White & pink marble and green & yellow porphery make the decorative interior wall coatings and all the walls of the Hagia Sophia not covered by marble were decorated with mosaics using gold, silver, glass, terra cotta and gem stones but very few of these have survived.
  Originally named Megale Ekklesia (Big Church), after the fifth century, it became known as the Hagia Sophia (Holy Wisdom), the place in which rulers were crowned, and the biggest operational cathedral in the city throughout the Byzantine period.  Then Istanbul was occupied during the Crusades, when both the city and the church were damaged so when Sultan Mehmed conquered Istanbul in 1453, Hagia Sophia was renovated into a mosque. Over the centuries, there have been many additions to beautify the mosque including 8 x 7.5 m diameter calligraphy panels, known to be the biggest in the Islamic world.
The Hagia Sophia was converted into a museum by Mustafa Kemal Atatürk’s orders in 1935 and today it is deservedly well admired by the masses with the most massive scaffolding I have ever seen, used to continually maintain this ancient edifice.






 

One minaret is hiding
Istanbul’s BLUE MOSQUE, a 17th century mosque is famous for its beautiful blue tile work ornamenting its interior walls and its surrounding six slim minarets distinguish it from other mosques which normally have two or four minarets.
The mosque took seven years to build, was finished in 1616 and has become the most important mosque of the city. Although it was certainly very beautiful, I enjoyed a visit to the Yeni Cami mosque more when the day I dropped in to visit they were commemorating the 1443th birthday of the Prophet Muhammad and only women were allowed to enter, there was there beautiful Koran singing by a woman and we were all given a rose as a gift for visiting.


 






 TOPKAPI PALACE was a huge wander, although crowded with tour groups & making for some long lines at the more popular exhibits. Built on a Roman Acropolis & completed in 1478 the Palace originally covered 700,000 sq. m area and is located at the Istanbul Peninsula between Sea of Marmara, Bosphorus and the Golden Horn giving great views all round.  It was the Ottoman Empire’s administrative, educational and art centre for nearly 400 years since Mehmed the Conqueror until the thirty-first Sultan. When the Palace was abandoned by the Ottoman Dynasty during the 19th century. After the establishment of the Republic of Turkey, the Palace became their first museum in 1924. Today the Palace Museum ‘only’ covers 400,000 sq. m but is still separated from the city by Imperial Walls built by Mehmed the Conqueror on one side and by Byzantine Walls on the sea side. We had as much time as we wanted that day so we could jump onto a line when it became short (between tour group arrivals) unlike one couple I talked to who had 45 minutes allotted for their whole visit before being taxied to the next attraction – I expressed surprise having already wandered about for 3 hours. Lovely grounds, with garden beds full of flowering tulips with informative displays in a massive complex, persuaded me that I could easily have lived as a sultan, if ever allowed.  

On my first day in Istanbul, I tried to find the Turkish Guiding & Scouting Association – found their street address & suburb and headed over to Asia (as you do) by ferry and wandered about looking. Of course other than being a great introduction to Karakoy & Istanbul’s busy suburbs it was completely ineffective. After calling their International Secretary, Burcu Baydilli, she told me that I was still too far away and could I visit tomorrow, with her messaged instructions? Very happy to make another great excursion across town to Asia, via the Metro this time to successfully make my visit to their office and had a lovely chat to find out more information about their Cannakale camp and be invited to come any time. Managed to get to Kadakoy afterwards and what a great ‘foodie’ haven that was. One teahouse we stopped at had many flavoured ‘sherbets’ in the window and as Mal & I discussed what flavour to get, a woman suggested we try ‘Salep’, so we did. Now I can confidently tell you to try Salep, next time you come to Turkey – made from hot liquid cream, orchid root & flavoured with cinnamon - it was so rich & I could easily imagine this to be a sultan’s drink of choice.

Medusa at the Basilica Cistern - a reused column
Other places I managed to squeeze in included the Basilica Cistern (big, underground with fab lighting), Chora Church (under reconstruction but still nice frescoes), Istanbul's City Walls and the Grand Bazaar (didn’t buy a thing there!). 
Istanbul's City walls

A tidied part of the City walls


Used Istanbul’s funicular to Taksim Square, obviously a very popular spot for a Saturday afternoon outing, judging by the massive crowds. There is an historic tram, so checking with the tourist office there, she assured me it was running, so I waited & waited and decided to walk down istiklal Rd myself. The crowds were huge and half way down there was the tram, stationary in amongst the crowds! 
 
 Found the city’s Catholic Church, St Anthony of Padua where Pope John XXIII preached for 10 years, before being elected as pope, and I was checking out the interior when I was ushered in behind the velvet rope & ended up in Mass said by an African priest, with a very tiny congregation. Also squeezed in a visit to Istanbul’s Modern Art Museum which was lovely place to spend a rainy Sunday morning!
In fact, it seemed that everywhere you wandered there was something to admire – fishermen on the Galata Bridge every morning & evening to catch fish on the tides or another historic thing (The Milion was a monument erected in the 4th century AD as a Byzantine zero-mile marker, the starting-place to measure distances for all roads leading to the cities of the Empire). 

The type of hat on your headstone denotes your position in life


Transport was so, so easy using the IstanbulKart card (take a lesson, myki). The food was fab, even our Turkish breakfast buffet every day on the top floor of the hostel, overlooking Istanbul was such a spread, it was sufficient for lunch too!
What’s not to like? I’ll definitely be coming back.

FACT: Istanbul, was the capital of the Ottoman Empire since 1453 and the largest city in the Middle East, contains a great number of mosques. In 2013, someone (the taxman?) counted 3,113 active mosques in Istanbul.

Now some fotos entitled, "It's all about the FOOD"






 

30 DECEMBER 2011 - 5 JANUARY 2012: DIRE DAWA & HARAR



 Posted June 2015

30 December 2011– 5 January 2012
DIRE DAWA and HARAR
Fly back to Addis in the morning with a couple of hours to kill before a flight east to Dire Dawa so I make a trip into town to visit the wonderful Ethnological Museum at Addis Ababa University. Back to the airport for a thirty minute flight to Dire Dawa where on the flight, I chat with a couple of tourists who are heading onto Somaliland – aren’t they intrepid! Upon landing, I find my pack didn’t make the connection from Addis, so when I make a report I’m get assured that it will probably come on the next flight in a couple of hours. When it does they will telephone me and also deliver it to where I am staying. Feeling reassured, I head into town and make a few circuits of the city in tuk tuks to find nearly all hotels are full with visitors for St Gabriels day who are still staying on in town. In the end I plump for the very flash Samrat Hotel, for the grand cost of $30 with all the mod cons including a promised buffet breaky. Ahh now this is the life, if only I had my pack. No call by 6pm so I head back out to the airport where they direct me to ‘wait there’ as a flight is landing. Luggage goes around and round and still no pack – bugger. I am calculating what is the least I can get away with buying for tonight – thongs, detergent, toothbrush and toothpaste when the staff are surprised my luggage hasn’t turned up and direct me to the office. As soon as I walk into the office, there is my pack on the floor – obviously arrived on an earlier flight & being ignored by all! I am so overjoyed to be reunited with my pack that I just about skip out of that airport and hug it all the way back to my 4 star digs. Now life is very grand for me, but after getting about town so much the last couple of hours, I can’t help but notice that life is not so good for a considerable number of people here. Many children begging, many men lying about on cardboard sipping clear liquids & others just raving in the streets, chewing away on chaat. Ring Tez in Australia for New Years Eve and I am really wishing I was home now… But very soon I will be so time to enjoy the last of what Ethiopia has to offer. Great markets here in Dire Dawa – There is The Ashawa Market, where you can buy the usual required household items along with the Dire Dawa market for cheap electronic stuff. Then there is the Kafira market, where Somali pastoralists, Oromo farmers and Afar herders from roundabouts come to sell their produce making my people watching visit so interesting. And there is the Chattar Market, one of the many places to buy your chaat – explaining a lot of lay about menfolk here. I have heard about Yabesha Qibay – a hair butter treatment and I head to the markets to find a salon who offered it. After much questioning at various salons, I find one and they are very happy to ‘butter’ my hair and much like a an oil treatment, my hair feels so lovely afterwards.

HURRAY for HARAR
Quick 1 hr bus trip up a mountain to Harar and I am immediately charmed by this ancient walled city. Only 1 sq km, it has laneways, mosques and shrines all contained within thick 5m high walls, constructed in the 16th century. A long history as trade crossroad, with a unique language and ethnic culture, Harar is considered the fourth most sacred centre of the Islamic world.  And it is just so lovely –walking through to try one guesthouse, I fluke a fab ‘room just vacated at the Rewda Guesthouse. It is a gegar, a traditional Adare residence) set in the heart of the old town and my room is entered via a ladder to the top storey. Relaxing the next day, on the central raised platform - traditional lounging area – a private tour calls past! Chatting to Toshi (Japan), I ask if I can join his tour and spend a great morning looking about town & learning about the 4 original gates of the wall (16th century), the Medhane Alem Cathedral which was originally an Egyptian mosque but was converted by Haille Selassie in 1940s. We visit the lovely Arthur Rimbaud house (they say he loved there, but no one is really sure) with lovely painted panels inside. Ras Tafari’s house which is so lovely that Haille Selassie spent his honeymoon there so it now bears his pre-coronation name. There are Grand mosques, a lovely St Mary Catholic churchrches and even a palace converted into a handicraft museum with great views over the old city. Tombs and shrines are dotted about and some of the laneways are so named by the occupation of the residents – Mekina Girgir (Machine Rd) is occupied by tailors and visit this area quite a few times to get here & there over my time staying in Harar. That afternoon Toshi & I head out to the Harar Brewery, one of the Ethiopia’s seven breweries. We make the group up to 4 people on the tour and dressed up in white coats & hair nets spend a pleasant couple of hours admiring their brewing efforts before a pleasant early evening sampling the wares onsite. I ask Toshi if he is interested in heading out to the camel market at ***** tomorrow and we make plans to meet up early morning. Another easy bus ride, we fin d the town and follow people out to a large plain filled with camels!  And camel sellers. And camel shoppers. Many men are interested in my religion, as my necklace has an islam motif, jic they could shop for me too. And then there was the great coffee in the large tents onsite.
I spend whole days wandering about Hara, inside and outside the walls. One evening I go looking for the Hyena Men, who have made a trade of feeding hyenas just outside the city walls. Just as the sunsets, the Hyena man ‘calls’ the hyenas – a little like ringing the dinner bell. And then they slowly appear, skulking as only a hyena can! I am not too keen on hyenas having seen them in action on the plains of Kenya and I am shocked at just how fat these hyenas are! But I guess with an easy meal every night and no work to get fed you could even describe them as obese, when compared to their cousins further south. Still, the Hyena men claim they are continuing a tradition that discouraged them from attacking residents when food was scarce! They dart forward to grab at the proffered meat and as they relax, the hyena man invites tourists to offer the hyena the food. And no, I didn’t take up the offer – are they tame? Should they be tamed like this, to ‘beg food’ for tourist’s amusement? I am not too sure.
On my last day in Harar, I meet Rikki, who has been volunteering in Kenya – we chat about the difficulties we have both encountered here as tourists in Ethiopia… And she is an ‘old hand’ at Africa – so it is not just me going silly!! She is also going back to Addis tomorrow although on Sky – I think I should have booked with them…. But never the less, it was a very easy bus ride back to Addis, with enough time left to stock up on some gorgeous netalo scarves that are hand woven with an amazing array of colours & simple designs on white cloth. 
PS The Samrat hotel offered cheap Whiskey Shower cocktails for New Years Eve. I think that might be a Whiskey Sour??

My initial impression of Ethiopia was like the Land of the mummy – 80% of people walking about are swathed from the head down in a white cloth, scarf, robe or blanket. Their total immersion in their Orthodox religion was, in the end such a privilege to witness. And to end my trip in Hara, with such an Islamic influence was great.  Loved Ethiopia and a month was certainly not enough.


Finally an easy taxi to Addis Airport, an easy flight to Kuala Lumpur and then off to Melbourne overnight. Long haul but I arrive ok. After 13 months in Africa I didn’t die, as someone predicted before I left and I think I am a different person, in that I have grown somewhat, feel confident that I could travel anywhere now and have certainly learnt oh so much about a distant continent filled with some of the most wonderful, amazing people. My frustrations were only my own trite issues, trying to achieve what only I wanted, when compared to their problems, challenges and national traditions of patrimony, misogyny & corruptions. A truly amazing continent!!