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  • Istanbul – City Of Many Cultures

    Istanbul – City Of Many Cultures

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    Coastweek– Beautifully lit Sultanahmet Mosque also called Blue Mosque.

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    Istanbul – City Of Many Cultures

    Turks have great pride in their history and they ensure
    all historical places are continuously rehabilitated

    SPECIAL REPORT BY ANJUM ASODIA
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    Coastweek– Istanbul, one of the most historical cities in the world, was at one time considered the centre of the world, geographically, religiously and socially.

    Starting off as Byzantium in 660BC, it was called Constantinople in 330AD and remained so for 1600 years before getting it’s new and final name.

    City of many cultures from the Asians of 3000BC, Greeks and Romans from 4 BC, Ottomans from 1453AD, Istanbul served as the capital of four empires – Roman, Byzantine, Latin and finally Ottoman. About 16 million people live within just over 5,000 square kilometres making it among the most populated cities in the world, where Islam and western practises co-exist  very well together.

    In 2010 it was voted the tenth most popular tourist destination in the world, it’s main attraction being the historical part of the city which has been partially listed as a UNESCO world heritage site.

    Luggage at Istanbul ’s Attaturk Airport has a tendency of getting on the wrong carousel. So if you have not seen your bag for a while, do not fret, but check on the eight other carousels.

    Sultanahmet, or the old city, is made up of many hills so there is a lot of climbing up and down small narrow streets most with cobbled stones, vehicles travelling both ways despite it being just wide enough for one car.

    Quaint old buildings are seen literally side by side with newer ones, much like Mombasa ’s Old Town with it’s broken down houses.

    I stayed at the newly built Cesme Sultanahmet, ten minutes walk from the Blue Mosque and Aya Sofia.

    This is a small family-run establishment converted from a house to a small hotel, like most hotels in Sultanahmet.

    The staff, like the majority of Turks, are very friendly and most helpful even for the smallest of requests.

    The manager (owner’s nephew) Cengis would be there from 7a.m. to almost midnight, never seeming to sleep.

    Azad (Cengis’ nephew) took me by tram, and an interesting ride on the local public transport (matatus) to the Olivium Shopping Centre, good and inexpensive.

    The best way to see Istanbul is taking guided tours.

    Your tickets are bought by the tour company when you book so you do not have to queue up at the ticket counters nor at the entrance because you are let in with the group.

    A tour guide can also give you interesting insight of the place that you are seeing, but you have to go with everyone else’s pace.

    First tour was the Rustem Pasha mosque, Egyptian market, Dolmabahce Palace and Bosphorus taking up the whole day.

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    Coastweek–One of the many shops in the Egyptian market.

    Collected from my hotel by the guide, a young lady by the name of Tuba (I loved the way she would refer to us as “dear guest” and not ladies and gentlemen – so endearing) an air conditioned bus took us to the Rustem Pasha mosque that was built in the 1500s.

    Rustem Pasha was the son in law of Suleiman the Great.

    Any mosque with one minaret means it was built by a Pasha (military commander), two minarets were built by a queen while four minarets showed that the mosque was built by the ruler and emperor.

    The nearby Egyptian market is one of the many that sells all kinds of spices, teas, nus and sweets.

    The Bosphorous cruise gave us unrestricted views of the shores of this sea.

    Among the many beautiful constructions on the banks are the Bisme-Alam (Queen Mother’s mosque), Dolmabahce Palace , Four Season’s Hotel (formerly a palace that was ruined by fire and restored), Ciragan Palace (Kempinsky) – the most expensive hotel in Istanbul – and Istiklal, the most crowded part of Istanbul .

    We sailed under the 1.074 kilometre Bosphorous Bridge which is 64 metres above the sea level, passing onto the Asian side of Istanbul .

    There are about seven million people living in the European part, and nine million on the Asian part but it is the former area that is more congested since space is more limited there than on the Asian side.

    Throughout the day and night you will see many ferries and boats criss-crossing the waters with tourists but thankfully no accidents because many years ago, after a serious pile up, a rule was decreed that all ships go one way in the morning and the other way in the afternoon.

    Bebek, named after a Pasha who had a baby face (hence Bebek)  is one of the most expensive parts of Istanbul while the Rumeni Fort, formerly a Roman settlement, was built in 1452 in just four months.

    There is also a tower on a rock in the middle of the Bosphorous that was built by a king in the 12th century to ward off a prophesy that his daughter would be bitten by a snake and die in childhood.

    He thought that if he secluded her from the city and it’s inhabitants he could ensure that the prophesy would not come true.

    One day, a basket of apples carried to the rocky outcrop unknowingly had a snake in it and unfortunately the girl died.

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    Coastweek– Beautiful mosaics that have been uncovered in Aya Sofiya.

    Back on the bus, we headed through the city passing the renown Galatasaray Football Club and the Galatasaray High School which only teaches in French.

    Across the Bosphorous bridge again for lunch on the Asian side of Istanbul .

    Golden Horn River (shaped like a horn) flows into the Bosphorous (Greek for “passage of the cow”).

    The other reason for this name is more mythological.

    Zeus fell in love with Io making his wife Hera a very jealous lady.

    To protect his beloved from his wife, he turned Io into a cow and she grazed her way to the Eastern side of Istanbul where she took back her human form and gave birth to a daughter, Khera (Horn).

    Next stop was the Dolmabahce Palace, so named because it was built on land reclaimed from the Bosphorous and has some very beautiful gardens which has pansies and tulips dotted all over the place (Dolma – to fill, like in a doner kebab and Bahce, pronounced ‘bache’ – garden).

    This magnificent piece of architecture, the largest palace in Turkey with the mono-block building at 45,000 square metres, was built by the Sultan Abdul Macid from 1840 to 1856 because he wanted a palace with European design (symmetrical) keeping in mind the important connections that Istanbul had with Europe .

    Costing what would buy 35 tons of gold, it housed the last six sultans.

    It has six hamams (bathrooms), 285 rooms and 64 corridors and a staircase with crystal columns that opens out to an atrium.

    Red was the colour of the Ottomans so the Imperial Counsel Room where dignitaries were received is made up of red and gold, blue the colour of felicity so all women’s rooms are blue. Even the heaters are painted gold.

    Chef’s would meet daily in the Harem section to discuss the menu that would feed 4,000 people daily.

    The highlight of the tour was the Grand Ceremonial Hall which hosted many parties.

    All of 2,000 square metres, it has 56 columns which had under floor heaters within them, but even that was not enough to heat up the massive room which measured 64 metres from top to bottom.

    The orchestra would play on the high overhead balconies which had some very interesting elephant figurines.

    Hanging from the ceiling that had beautiful gilt edged paintings on it is the world’s largest Bohemian chandelier.

    Made up of crystals, it weighs a massive 4.5 tons and was a gift from Queen Victoria of England .

    All 750 lamps work and is a sight to behold when they light it for you.

    Turks have great pride in their history and they ensure that all historical places are continuously rehabilitated keeping their many museums and palaces in almost the same condition as when built, no matter which era.

    You can only enter the Dolmabahce Palace with a plastic bag covering each shoe.

    Their love for gardens  can be seen in the beautiful flowers and plants amid the well-kept and very clean streets of Istanbul .

    My second tour was also a full day trip, this time with another young lady Gunesh (sun) to the Blue Mosque, Hagia Sophia, Hippodrome and the Topkapi Palace, all within walking distance of each other in Sultanahmet (old part of the city).

    Sultanahmet Mosque was built in the 17th Century by Sultan Ahmet the first, taking seven years to build.

    That was the time when the centre of Islam had moved to Istanbul and to show his might, Sultan Ahmet decided to build a mosque with six minarets, something that was unheard of, the norm being four.

    It is an imposing structure with one main central dome surrounded by eight smaller ones.

    Also known as the Blue Mosque because of the 20,000 beautiful hand-made tiles from Iznik, the interiors look like someone has thrown a huge carpet right across the walls.

    Four huge marble columns, about 40 feet in circumference, which have water outlets in the base (they are called cesme or water fountain in Turkey ) for washing, go right up to the ceiling.

    There are more than 2,000 mosques in Istanbul , the most magnificent being the Blue Mosque and the Sulemaniye mosque (unfortunately did not get a chance to visit).

    Many of these mosques date back to the 1400’d but are still very much in use, the Blue Mosque being one of them.

    Praying in it was an awesome experience as was my chance to pray in another small mosque (Akbiyik) that was built in 1453.

    Hagia Sophia Museum is the third institution in the same place.

    Constantine the Great’s son built a wooden church in 365 BC which was burnt down in 404 AD.

    Roman Emperor Theodosus rebuilt it and it was named Hagia Sophia (Holy Wisdom).

    When Constantinople became the centre of Christianity a stronger and bigger structure was built on the spot, making it the biggest church for a thousand years.

    In the sixth century, there were three Romes (centres of Christianity) – Rome , Moscow and Constantinople .

    For 916 years the faithful would pray in this Church until Sultan Mehmet converted it into a mosque in the 15th century.

  • to Istanbul

    to Istanbul

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    The problem with our hotel in Istanbul (the Neorion, a truly lovely place) is that it has a (free) snack bar in the afternoons: hummus, yogurt dip, sandwiches, soup, cakes… Ed looks at it, fills his plate and then tells me there’s no need to go out to dinner. No need to go out to dinner?! I think of Istanbul as one of the great places to eat and in ways that I cannot eat back home. The sea foods, the spices, the preparations are like nowhere else. Hummus, pea soup and sandwiches — we can do that at home!

    I gave away the punchline to this day: we are in Istanbul. The fact is, we almost did not get here.

    It was to be an easy journey from Crete. For all the predawn, long layover, short layover, complicated connections, etc etc that we often face, this one was easy: flight to Athens at 11. Connect there to Istanbul. Hotel provides free ride from Istanbul airport (winter bargains are intense now!).

    I have to say, knowing that we’d be leaving Crete was a touch sad. Six nights at the Mama Nena gave us the feeling of having a home base. So now we were leaving home. One last early morning look out at the glorious colors of the old port…

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    I have a quick errand to run — replacements for the pack I left behind at a shop yesterday. So one last look at the market…

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    …at the cats high up on a ledge, stretching out in the morning sun.

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    One last breakfast, prepared with such care by Diana.

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    One last conversation with Matina (daughter of Mama Nena), one last swig of that great orange juice, one last piece of cake for Ed. (We finished off two olive oil cakes in the course of our stay here!)

    And now it’s time for the fond good byes. And we’re out the sturdy, wooden Mama Nena door.

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    Even as the town of Chania begins her morning routines, as the mailman goes door to door on our narrow street…

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    …we are no longer part of it.

    I’m  thinking we’re a little tight on time. It’s 9:40, our flight leaves at 11, we still have our car rental to return. Even so, I linger by the harbor, taking in the view one last time: Mama Nena tucked between her neighbors at the harbor, with the White Mountains as a backdrop.

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    Ed is pushing forward. He checks his watch. Perhaps he’s a touch concerned that he lingered over breakfast too long.

    Wait, what’s this? He’s on the retreat.
    What’s wrong?
    I can’t find the car keys. My immediate reaction is — oh my, do I have a juicy bit of absent mindedness to hold over you in future conversations! (Ed is always saying — did you lose something again?) My second reaction I express right there on the spot — are we going to miss our flight?
    Ed can be brutally honest when I show concern — maybe.

    He hurries back to the Mama Nena. Tick tock tick tock. It’s getting awfully close to ten. I consider our options: leave the car in the lot, grab a cab, pay for the missing keys and the nondelivery of the car.  But do we even have time to now start calling for a cab?

    I see Ed coming back. Found them. Fallen out of my pocket. Under the bed…  I’m kind enough not to use this opportunity to comment on what happens when you throw your clothes on the floor. I’m so used to the floor serving as Ed’s closet wherever he is that there’s no point in saying much about it and especially not now when we have 65 minutes left before flight departure and the airport is 20 kilometers away.

    Ed drives with an intensity I rarely see in him. We’ve done this stretch before. We’ve followed airport signs. We know where to go.

    Except somehow we miss one of the turns. So much for intensity. We are now on our way to the ferry harbor.

    Ed realizes our mistake and turns left to back track. Unfortunately his turn is onto a one way street. We’re going the wrong way. Cars pull to the side, I am shutting my ears and saying some constructive thing like oh no oh no oh no oh no!

    Finally, he turns again, we find the proper road, we drop off the car and run into the tiny terminal.

    Where we find that our flight has been delayed.  

    There’s a happy ending of course — you know that. The island hopper takes us to Athens in plenty of time for the big plane to Istanbul and so shortly after 4 we are in the heart of the old section of the city — the Sultanahmet, where our hotel, the Neorion, is located.

    In a sense, we’re too close to the sights. Istanbul has three major land masses — the southern historic section –with the Sultanahmet), and across the Golden Horn waterway, the newer and in parts quite upscale Beyoglu,  and then, across the Bosphorus — there is the Asian part – a more tranquil, mostly residential area. If you have time, the Asian part is delightful, especially if you’re lucky enough to have a view onto the Bosphorus. But we don’t have time  – we leave in the middle of the night (Friday, before dawn) and so being close matters. And, the hotel, beloved by TripAdvisor, has terrific deals now and they try hard and it is very pretty — all in all, a thumbs up experience, except for the afternoon snack.

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    I suggest we walk some before the night sets in. It is to be a short walk, but one thing leads to another and it continues – on and on and on: from a peek at a pastry store around the corner…

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    to the ferry port at the Galata Bridge that spans the Golden Horn (the twinkle of lights now across the water is quite pretty; the ferry traffic here is unbelievable; the rush of people — palpable)…

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    In the distance, we can pick out the span of the Bosphorus Bridge: the portal to Asia.

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    So we’re at the crossroads of every thing and every place. And since we’re so close to the Galata Bridge, we may as well cross it (so many fishermen, swaying their poles, up and down, up and down…)

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    And now that we’re in the Beyoglu district, we may as well explore a little. Up the hill, past countless pomegranate juice stands again (it’s the season!)…

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    … and onto the main shopping street (Istiklal Ave) of the newer Istanbul, all the way to Taksim Square. There’s a quaint trolley that runs up and down this street, but we’re not trolleying, no sir, not us, we’re walking!

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    Our eyes are drawn toward the countless pastry and sweets stores (consider this bahlava pile, with honey dripping down its sides):

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    If you know your Istanbul, you’ll think (correctly) — that’s a hefty set of kilometers we’re covering. And we notice that it’s a good ten degrees cooler than in Crete. They say next week Istanbul will get zapped by snow. Now, in the evening, it’s still in the forties, but low forties.

    A little cold, a little tired, I ask Ed if he’s hungry for dinner. No, not really. You eat. This is not a good time to dig out my restaurant wish list for the city. It’s a time to pick something simple. Something nearby. Something you can wrap in bread and eat by hand. Like maybe the place where they make these on the spot (Otantik Anadolu Yemekleri):

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    We share a spicy tomato dish, a salad, a spinach stuffed pancake and a wonderful chicken stew.

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    Cheap, fresh and honest. And Ed helps wipe the dishes clean with the thin flat breads.

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    The crowds of the city intensify as the evening wears on. The shopping street is a swarming mass of humanity, moving rapidly, with a purpose or maybe without a purpose. They say that on a weekend day, millions throng here. It’s not a weekend day, but surely a large fraction of those millions turned out tonight.

    Finally, we’re at the bridge again, crossing it to return to Sultanahmet.

    The shoreline shimmers and sparkles in the waters of the Golden Horn.

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    It surely is different than the little harbor of Chania. But it’s Istanbul, for God’s sake! A frenzied place of movement, of purpose. Nothing stands still, nothing shuts down just because it’s late. I ask the man at the pastry store — what time do you close? Never! – he says with a laugh. Somehow, I don’t think he was kidding.

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  • Does Istanbul have the world’s most scenic commute?

    Does Istanbul have the world’s most scenic commute?

    USA TODAY Travel asked editors at The Huffington Post to share some of the site’s top travel stories this week. Here are their picks:

    (Photo: John Foxx, Getty Images)
    (Photo: John Foxx, Getty Images)

    Istanbul’s lucky commuters enjoy the Bosphorus by ferry: A little after eight o’clock in the morning, crowds of young professionals and older men in knit hats bundle down the docks at the edge of Istanbul’s Kadıköy district and watch similar herds of busy gulls swirling across the Bosphorus, obscuring the panoramic view of the Byzantine city walls and the Hagia Sophia. Istanbulis don’t queue, but they don’t jostle either. When the gates finally open, they board the commuter ferries with amiable efficiency, holding their briefcases to their chests and casually minding the expanding and contracting gap between hull and dock.

    Deckhands stand by to help everyone aboard. Only a few elderly tourists reach for their rope-hardened hands. The trip from Asia to Europe is, despite the staggering views on offer, a routine commute for the thousands of locals who live in eastern Istanbul’s patchwork of bohemian and bourgeois neighborhoods and work in Sultanahmet, the city’s arrhythmatic Ottoman heart, or Beyoğlu, the more student-dominated peninsula just to the north.

    via Does Istanbul have the world’s most scenic commute?.

  • The 46 Places to Go in 2013 – Interactive Feature – NYTimes.com

    The 46 Places to Go in 2013 – Interactive Feature – NYTimes.com

    ORHAN PAMUK'S MUSEUM OF INNOCENCE

    The Museum of Innocence opened last year.

    Turkey is now included in the Eurail system, and Istanbul’s busy cultural calendar this year is excuse enough to use your pass to stop there. In addition to the biennial this fall, there are new galleries and cultural centers to explore. Salt, which is directed by the curator Vasif Kortun and has impressive spaces in Beyoglu and Galata, and the Nobel laureate Orhan Pamuk’s Museum of Innocence opened last year, joining a buzzing art scene that includes newish arrivals like Rodeo Gallery and Arter. Lined with lively cafes and funky little design and fashion shops like Lunapark, Bahar Korcan and Atelier 55, Galata, one of the oldest districts in Istanbul, is going through a renaissance at warp speed. This year also marks the 90th anniversary of the founding of the Turkish Republic, which will bring yet more cultural celebrations, including the reopening of the Ataturk Cultural Center, home of Istanbul’s state ballet, opera and orchestra. — Gisela Williams

    Have you visited Istanbul in 2013? Send us your photo and story.

    via The 46 Places to Go in 2013 – Interactive Feature – NYTimes.com.

  • Ortakoy Mosque, Istanbul — Travel 365 — National Geographic

    Ortakoy Mosque, Istanbul

    Photograph by Frank Heuer, laif/Redux

    A vast suspension bridge crosses the Bosporus strait, connecting Asia and Europe in Istanbul, the cosmopolitan heart of Turkey—and the only city to span two continents. Aglow in the evening, a mosque in the Orkatoy neighborhood appears to anchor the European section of the city.

    Share your favorite #bridge photos with us by tagging your pictures with @NatGeoTraveler on Twitter and Instagram.

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    Travel 365. Explore the world, one incredible image at a time.

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  • Don’t be Scared of the Street Art in Istanbul

    Don’t be Scared of the Street Art in Istanbul

    On a quest to worry my husband and in-laws to death, I insisted on exploring Istanbul on my own, including venturing through the public transportation system. Because I was staying with my new family there for 21 days, this air sign needed a little breathing room. I explained how I am from New York, traveled to many more difficult places and so this can’t be that dangerous, but like any caring family, they were nervous for me to be by myself in a new place. So, I committed to staying in the tourist and English-speaking areas.

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    After a visit to the Istanbul Archeology Museum, I wandered the narrow streets of the Eminönü and Sultanahmet area. There I discovered some odd street art and dilapidated buildings that gave this area an unique and curious character.

    via Don’t be Scared of the Street Art in Istanbul « MuseumChick | Danee Sarman.

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