Snapshots of Harran:
Kenneth has completed the difficult job of designing a whirlwind tour itinerary of ancient Biblical sites whilst we are in Turkey. There are so many to see and tours are expensive so we will endeavour to complete our itinerary of these sites independently. Any hints from those who have travelled these sites would be appreciated!
The first Biblical site we have seen so far is Harran. From Ankara we caught a domestic flight to the south-west town of Sanliurfa. From Sanliurfa we caught a public mini van to Harran. Harran consists of some ruins of a citadel and the foundations of the old city as well as local families living in unique beehive homes. However, none of the ruins predate Abraham's time. We can only go so far as to imagine that perhaps the rocks and boulders we trod on may have been sat upon by Abraham?
Read Genesis 12 for the account of God promising Abraham that he would bless his seed so that his descendants (ie. the nation of Israel) would be a blessing to the nations. It was very moving for Kenneth and myself as we walked through Harran knowing that it was because of this one promise that we, as non-Jews now also have been graced with eternal relationship with our loving Creator and Dad.
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Turkish Delights
Antakya (modern day Antioch where Paul and Peter got into quite a bit of trouble sharing the Good News ... they're my heroes now that I can better appreciate what they must have had to put up with ... the cynicism, the hatred, the apathy... ) ... Ankara ... Istanbul ... 3 major cities in Turkey all in one day! No wonder I am pooped! Our day began at 4am yesterday. We flew out of Antakya at 7am, arrived in the capital Ankara at 8am and spent the day exploring the impressive Ataturk mausoleum and then caught the 1:30pm bus to Istanbul. It was surprisingly the best mausoleum I have ever been to complete with grand garden surrounds, history write-ups accompanying photos, actual cars and boats Ataturk owned, good documentary, life size mannequin and painting enactments of battles fought with realistic sound effects and amazing artifacts including Ataturk's bejeweled swords and grooming kit! To top it all off, entry was completely free (unlike the Central Asian rip-off mausoleums which were plain graves). For the history buffs, Ataturk was an Ottoman and is the founder of Turkish independence. In fighting for independence, he also killed many Aussies (hence, we commemorate ANZAC day) but let's leave this a rosy post and just say that I now better appreciate that modern day Turkey would not exist today had the ANZACS won. In fairnessm I'd never heard their side of the story being told back home. We plan to head out to Gallipoli from Istanbul where the Turks have now respectfully allowed an Australian memorial to be erected.
From Ankara, we arrived at Istanbul at 8pm, found ourselves a fantastic double room deal at the ironically named SYDNEY Hotel on the European side (as opposed to the Asian side) of Istanbul's Bhosphorus. Istanbul is fortunate to lie spread out and sandwiched between four bodies of water - namely the Marmara Sea, the Black Sea, the Bhosphorus and the Goldenn Horn endowing the city with picturesque waterfront views from every hilltop.
The jovial Turkish youngsters that run this place seem to get a big kick out of greeting me 'G'day sheila!' each time we run into each other through the corridors and el fresco rooftop. It took me a good few seconds to work out what exactly was being said in their tilting Turkish accented English and I had to laugh bemusedly at something I don't think I have ever heard in real life back home! We have our own balcony upon which we can look upon the colourful and pumping nightlife beneath us by night whilst we indulge in our takeaway baclavas flavoured with pistachio, hazelnut or chocolate with apple tea. By day, the balcony allows us to gaze out onto the Bhosphorus dotted with the silhouettes of cruise liners, sail boats, ferries and cargo ships. This more hedonistic European side of Istanbul is reknown for its nightclubs, Turkish jazz scene, fine dining haunts, cheap doner kebab joints, very good (and free!) art galleries and boutique coutures.
There are so many sides and facets to Istanbul that you'd really need to see a map of to work it all out! I am already tired just reading the whole chapter Lonely Planet has dedicated to Istanbul and I have already decided I will have to be very selective with what I do in in this city as there is no way we will cover everything there is to do, see and sample here. Istanbul is a holiday destination in itself especially if you love the commercial buzz and the east meets west flavour infused with old and new.
Istanbul lies in stark contrast to our experiences of the eastern cities and towns of Turkey and Central Asia. It a tourist mecca and UNESCO listed for the number of heritage buildings (including churches from the Byzantine era, mosques from the Ottoman empire, palaces and harems) it boasts. There are also museums, art galleries, bars, restaurants and bazaars all within walking distance from the old town hub of Sultanahmet where we have positioned ourselves to stay for the next 2-3 nights. It's arguable that there are more tourists in Sultanahmet at any one time compared to locals! We now find ourselves in the heart of brazen commercialism which on the one hand feels sadly and oddly otherworldly because Istanbul feels robbed of the cultural purity which Central Asia, the Caucasus and even eastern regions of Turkey richly and innocently bestowed upon us. Yet on the other hand, it is a convenient marketplace to purchase any item imaginable under the sun from Turkish jewellery to Central Asian carpets and kilims. It seems that all goods traded from the days of the ancient Silk Road have all conglomerated under the roofs of Istanbul's chaotic and labyrinthine bazaars. I am relieved to know I made the right choice in not buying earlier on in my journey, avoiding the need to lug everything in (and on?!) my backpack. Feeling ancient-ruined-out and also museumed-out, I can't wait to dive into the Grand Bazaar though I have been warned to venture into this den only when in a good mood and ready for at least 3 hours of bargaining over small chatter and cay (tea) sessions with the merchants.
No story on Turkey would be complete without literal mention of that sinfully sweet delight that caused Edward his downfall under the White Witches' evil prowess. For those of you who share my love for turkish delight, here is an excerpt from Lonely Planet to keep you occupied while I continue my soujourn through Istanbul and if I am fortunate, I will find a good Turkish recipe book (in between all the jewelery, ceramics, rugs, belly dancing costumes, silk scarves, ornate knives, Aladdin shoes, olive oil beauty products and the prettiest glass mosaic lamps) to try my hand at making some of these delights myself:
Ali Muhuddin Haci Bekir was the most famous of all Ottoman confectioners. He came to Istanbul from the mountain town of Kastamono and opened a shop in the old city where he concocted delicious boiled sweets and the translucent jellied jewels known to turks as lokum and to the rest of the world as Turkish Delight. His products became so famous throughout the city that his sweetshop empire grew, and his name became inextricably linked in the mind of Instanbullus with authentic and delicious lokum. Today, locals still buy their lokum from barnches of the business he began over 2 centuries ago... As well as enjoying sade (plain) lokum, you can buy it with civizli (walnut) or sam fistikli (pistacchio) or flavoured with portakkalli (orange), bademli (almond) or roze (rose water). Ask for a cesitli (assortment) to sample the various types.
Turkey is truly a sweet tooth haven. Besides lokum, we have also succumbed to the varieties of baclava and also dondurma which is their very own rich, non-melting ice-cream! My guess is that it has a higher cream to ice component compared with regular ice-cream and buying one from a traditional ice-creamery complete with an ice-cream man dressed in traditional fun-fair garb playing 'ice-cream tricks' with you before actually serving you your cone makes it a worthwhile and unique giggle experience.
The first picture below is one of me dolled up by a friendly ice-cream man in Erzurum (who generously insisted in gifting me an ice-cream for being his good assistant!) after spending some time in his shop chatting in Mandarin to Ibrahim (the guy in the middle) who is home on summer holidays but studies at a university in Wuhan, China.
The second picture is one of my ice-cream man in action.
The third picture is of a tray of pictacchio baclava and the fourth picture is of a type of tatli (dessert) with a lighter than doughnut texture, doused in a honeyed sauce - just a teeny-weeny sample of voluminous Turkish confectionery sold at almost every street corner shop!
From Ankara, we arrived at Istanbul at 8pm, found ourselves a fantastic double room deal at the ironically named SYDNEY Hotel on the European side (as opposed to the Asian side) of Istanbul's Bhosphorus. Istanbul is fortunate to lie spread out and sandwiched between four bodies of water - namely the Marmara Sea, the Black Sea, the Bhosphorus and the Goldenn Horn endowing the city with picturesque waterfront views from every hilltop.
The jovial Turkish youngsters that run this place seem to get a big kick out of greeting me 'G'day sheila!' each time we run into each other through the corridors and el fresco rooftop. It took me a good few seconds to work out what exactly was being said in their tilting Turkish accented English and I had to laugh bemusedly at something I don't think I have ever heard in real life back home! We have our own balcony upon which we can look upon the colourful and pumping nightlife beneath us by night whilst we indulge in our takeaway baclavas flavoured with pistachio, hazelnut or chocolate with apple tea. By day, the balcony allows us to gaze out onto the Bhosphorus dotted with the silhouettes of cruise liners, sail boats, ferries and cargo ships. This more hedonistic European side of Istanbul is reknown for its nightclubs, Turkish jazz scene, fine dining haunts, cheap doner kebab joints, very good (and free!) art galleries and boutique coutures.
There are so many sides and facets to Istanbul that you'd really need to see a map of to work it all out! I am already tired just reading the whole chapter Lonely Planet has dedicated to Istanbul and I have already decided I will have to be very selective with what I do in in this city as there is no way we will cover everything there is to do, see and sample here. Istanbul is a holiday destination in itself especially if you love the commercial buzz and the east meets west flavour infused with old and new.
Istanbul lies in stark contrast to our experiences of the eastern cities and towns of Turkey and Central Asia. It a tourist mecca and UNESCO listed for the number of heritage buildings (including churches from the Byzantine era, mosques from the Ottoman empire, palaces and harems) it boasts. There are also museums, art galleries, bars, restaurants and bazaars all within walking distance from the old town hub of Sultanahmet where we have positioned ourselves to stay for the next 2-3 nights. It's arguable that there are more tourists in Sultanahmet at any one time compared to locals! We now find ourselves in the heart of brazen commercialism which on the one hand feels sadly and oddly otherworldly because Istanbul feels robbed of the cultural purity which Central Asia, the Caucasus and even eastern regions of Turkey richly and innocently bestowed upon us. Yet on the other hand, it is a convenient marketplace to purchase any item imaginable under the sun from Turkish jewellery to Central Asian carpets and kilims. It seems that all goods traded from the days of the ancient Silk Road have all conglomerated under the roofs of Istanbul's chaotic and labyrinthine bazaars. I am relieved to know I made the right choice in not buying earlier on in my journey, avoiding the need to lug everything in (and on?!) my backpack. Feeling ancient-ruined-out and also museumed-out, I can't wait to dive into the Grand Bazaar though I have been warned to venture into this den only when in a good mood and ready for at least 3 hours of bargaining over small chatter and cay (tea) sessions with the merchants.
No story on Turkey would be complete without literal mention of that sinfully sweet delight that caused Edward his downfall under the White Witches' evil prowess. For those of you who share my love for turkish delight, here is an excerpt from Lonely Planet to keep you occupied while I continue my soujourn through Istanbul and if I am fortunate, I will find a good Turkish recipe book (in between all the jewelery, ceramics, rugs, belly dancing costumes, silk scarves, ornate knives, Aladdin shoes, olive oil beauty products and the prettiest glass mosaic lamps) to try my hand at making some of these delights myself:
Ali Muhuddin Haci Bekir was the most famous of all Ottoman confectioners. He came to Istanbul from the mountain town of Kastamono and opened a shop in the old city where he concocted delicious boiled sweets and the translucent jellied jewels known to turks as lokum and to the rest of the world as Turkish Delight. His products became so famous throughout the city that his sweetshop empire grew, and his name became inextricably linked in the mind of Instanbullus with authentic and delicious lokum. Today, locals still buy their lokum from barnches of the business he began over 2 centuries ago... As well as enjoying sade (plain) lokum, you can buy it with civizli (walnut) or sam fistikli (pistacchio) or flavoured with portakkalli (orange), bademli (almond) or roze (rose water). Ask for a cesitli (assortment) to sample the various types.
Turkey is truly a sweet tooth haven. Besides lokum, we have also succumbed to the varieties of baclava and also dondurma which is their very own rich, non-melting ice-cream! My guess is that it has a higher cream to ice component compared with regular ice-cream and buying one from a traditional ice-creamery complete with an ice-cream man dressed in traditional fun-fair garb playing 'ice-cream tricks' with you before actually serving you your cone makes it a worthwhile and unique giggle experience.
The first picture below is one of me dolled up by a friendly ice-cream man in Erzurum (who generously insisted in gifting me an ice-cream for being his good assistant!) after spending some time in his shop chatting in Mandarin to Ibrahim (the guy in the middle) who is home on summer holidays but studies at a university in Wuhan, China.
The second picture is one of my ice-cream man in action.
The third picture is of a tray of pictacchio baclava and the fourth picture is of a type of tatli (dessert) with a lighter than doughnut texture, doused in a honeyed sauce - just a teeny-weeny sample of voluminous Turkish confectionery sold at almost every street corner shop!
Monday, August 24, 2009
The Most 'Far Out' Toilet Award
This award has been inspired by the numerous extra-ordinary toilet experiences I have had the privilege of encountering over the last 4 months. Prior to backpacking around the world, I would never have considered that such a topic would be worthy of a blog post. Alas, my ignorant Western toilet experiences where I'd commonly spend a lot longer than necessary on the loo with my latest copy of Better Homes & Gardens or some fashion magazine propped on my lap did not prepare me well for what lay ahead.
I am now a changed woman. The new (and sometimes quite horrid) toilet experiences which I have survived to tell tales about have taught me to treat the toilet simply as a functional tool and no longer as a place of comfort or a 'break' from concentrated work.
So without further ado, the award nominees are:
5. In 5th place - Precariously balancing on 2 wooden planks above a drop/pit toilet only 2 metres deep below me out on the Mongolian steppe whilst a swarm of flies attacked my then tender butt (wild horse riding has now changed the condition of my butt too).
4. In 4th place - Sporadically going and then changing my mind and then going again and then changing my mind again ... at a pit toilet stop during a bus journey in Mongolia because 4 toilets were alligned but with only 1 metre high partitions, allowing the 2 men on either side of me to easily peer into my portion of the toilet. Needless to say, it wasn't a very comfortable experience.
3. In 3rd place - Dry retching and feverishly sweating at the stench of a reeking drop toilet whilst constipated and trying to go myself at a particular homestay in Tajikistan.
2. And the runner up is - Sweating it out nervously to do a 'No. 2' as quickly as possible out in the Mongolian desert whilst a baby calf fixatedly peered in on me through the planks of the wooden drop toilet hut.
1. And the winner is - The pathway in the little Tajik village of Langar where I could not even find a drop toilet so I had to just do it on the pathway and then wipe myself with a branch and two leaves with two little Tajik girls narrowly missing the spectacle! It happened to also be 'that time of the month' so it was particularly messy and this experience was particularly scarring in all its vulnerability.
I am now a changed woman. The new (and sometimes quite horrid) toilet experiences which I have survived to tell tales about have taught me to treat the toilet simply as a functional tool and no longer as a place of comfort or a 'break' from concentrated work.
So without further ado, the award nominees are:
5. In 5th place - Precariously balancing on 2 wooden planks above a drop/pit toilet only 2 metres deep below me out on the Mongolian steppe whilst a swarm of flies attacked my then tender butt (wild horse riding has now changed the condition of my butt too).
4. In 4th place - Sporadically going and then changing my mind and then going again and then changing my mind again ... at a pit toilet stop during a bus journey in Mongolia because 4 toilets were alligned but with only 1 metre high partitions, allowing the 2 men on either side of me to easily peer into my portion of the toilet. Needless to say, it wasn't a very comfortable experience.
3. In 3rd place - Dry retching and feverishly sweating at the stench of a reeking drop toilet whilst constipated and trying to go myself at a particular homestay in Tajikistan.
2. And the runner up is - Sweating it out nervously to do a 'No. 2' as quickly as possible out in the Mongolian desert whilst a baby calf fixatedly peered in on me through the planks of the wooden drop toilet hut.
1. And the winner is - The pathway in the little Tajik village of Langar where I could not even find a drop toilet so I had to just do it on the pathway and then wipe myself with a branch and two leaves with two little Tajik girls narrowly missing the spectacle! It happened to also be 'that time of the month' so it was particularly messy and this experience was particularly scarring in all its vulnerability.
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