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  • Blog: Where to eat in Istanbul’s Grand Bazaar

    Blog: Where to eat in Istanbul’s Grand Bazaar

    Where to eat in Istanbul’s Grand Bazaar

    Visitors come to the Grand Bazaar for the shopping, but they should make a point of staying for the food – the market makes an atmospheric backdrop for great restaurants where locals eat

    • This post first appeared on the Culinary Backstreets blog

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    Gaziantep Burç Ocakbaşi, Istanbul

    Gaziantep Burç Ocakbaşi restaurant in Istanbul’s Grand Bazaar. Photograph: Melanie Einzig

    We like to think of Istanbul’s Grand Bazaar – open since 1461 – as the world’s oldest shopping mall. If that’s the case, shouldn’t the Grand Bazaar be home to the world’s oldest food court? That may be stretching the analogy a little too far, but for us the Grand Bazaar is as much of a food destination as a shopping one.

    As we see it, one of the hidden pleasures of going to the bazaar (once you get past the overzealous shopkeepers hawking souvenirs) is exploring some of its quieter back alleys and interior courtyards for new dining possibilities, especially some of the smaller restaurants that cater not to tourists but rather to the locals who work in the sprawling marketplace. Here are three of our favourite places.

    Gaziantep Burç Ocakbaşi

    A friend directed us to Gaziantep Burç Ocakbaşi and we are forever in her debt. Located on a narrow side street off one of the Grand Bazaar’s busy thoroughfares, this unassuming grill house serves up very tasty food from Gaziantep, a city in south-east Turkey, that is considered one of the country’s culinary capitals.

    Our ali nazik, tender morsels of marinated beef sitting on a bed of garlicky yogurt-eggplant purée, was perfect. The delicious salad served with it, topped with chopped walnuts and zingy pomegranate molasses, was impeccably fresh. We were even more excited about the restaurant’s speciality: extremely flavourful dolmas made out of dried eggplants and red peppers that had been rehydrated and stuffed with a rice and herb mixture, then served with yogurt on the side.

    There are only a few tables, which are lined up along the length of the alleyway that is the restaurant’s home. The ambiance is provided by the strings of dried eggplant and peppers that hang above the tables, the smoke and sizzle coming from the grill and the thrum of bazaar activity all around.

    • Parçacilar Sokak 12, +90 212 527 1516. Open 11am-4pm, closed Sunday

    Kara Mehmet Kebap Salonu

    Kara Mehmet Kebap Salonu, Istanbul Photograph: Melanie Einzig

    This is one of our favourite places, not only in the Grand Bazaar but in all of Istanbul. The restaurant, a tiny hole in the wall, serves the usual assortment of kebabs – including, for the daring, kidney and liver – all expertly grilled by the mustachioed usta. A testament to the appeal of Kara Mehmet: we went there with a vegetarian friend who was so taken with the restaurant’s adana kebab that he ended up taking his first bite of meat in 30 years.

    Food aside, what really draws us to Kara Mehmet is its location, deep inside the open-air courtyard of the Cebeci Han, one of the Grand Bazaar’s numerous out-of-the-way caravanserais. Compared to the bustle of the rest of the bazaar, the Cebeci Han is an oasis of calm, mostly filled with small shops where people repair rugs, rather than sell them. Even the owner of the one actual rug shop inside the courtyard seems more interested in playing backgammon with his friends than moving carpets. When you’re done with your kebab, order Kara Mehmet’s delicious künefe for dessert and a tea from the small teahouse next door and enjoy the behind-the-scenes look at bazaar life.

    • İç Cebeci Han 92, +90 212 513 5520. Open 11am-5pm, closed Sunday

    Aynen Dürüm

    Aynen Dürüm, Istanbul Photograph: Yigal Schleifer

    Aynen Dürüm is a microscopic kebab shack near the Grand Bazaar’s “currency exchange” (essentially a small alley filled with men shouting out “buy” and “sell” orders) that serves exceptionally good dürüm, or wraps. We were first struck by the feeding frenzy we saw at the tiny restaurant, where a crowd of hungry locals was chowing down with a kind of reckless abandon rarely seen in other places around town. The setup reminded us of a competitive eating contest: a double-sided outdoor counter with about 10 stools around it and a trough in the middle that holds containers overflowing with grilled peppers, sliced pickles and sprigs of parsley.

    The tiny interior, meanwhile, is taken up by a charcoal grill and İsmail, the joint’s grill master, who has been fanning the flames here for 10 years. The no-nonsense İsmail takes the wrap business seriously, letting customers choose between two different kinds of lavaş (flatbread): the traditional thin variety and a thicker, chewier version. İsmail clearly sets the bar high. His restaurant’s tagline? “The Motherland of Kebab.”

    We found some space at Aynen’s counter and ordered a dürüm of Adana kebab and another made with lamb shish kebab, leaving the choice of lavaş up to the griller. Our wraps arrived within minutes, each stuffed with a mixture of tomato and parsley along with the perfectly grilled meat. The Adana had a wonderful balance of meat, fat and spice, while the small morsels of tender lamb inside the second wrap were so tasty that we soon found ourselves joining the crowd and stuffing our faces with little regard for decorum.

    • Muhafazacılar Sokak 29, +90 212 527 4728. Open 7am-6pm, closed Sunday

    via Blog: Where to eat in Istanbul’s Grand Bazaar | Travel | guardian.co.uk.

  • American Matt Krause Is Walking Across Turkey to Iran

    American Matt Krause Is Walking Across Turkey to Iran

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    Matt Krause’s American friends refused to believe that Turkey was anything like the United States. To prove them wrong, he’s walking across the entire country.

    By: Alyson Neel

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    Matt Krause. Photo: mattkrause1969/Flickr

    “I’m afraid of someone shooting me or slitting my neck on the side of the road. I’m afraid of drunken teenagers beating me up at night.”

    Turkey sits in a tricky geopolitical spot, wedged between North African and Middle Eastern nations rife with civil unrest.

    On the southeastern border, there’s Iran and Iraq, which are, well, Iran and Iraq. The Arab Spring, the nearly two-year-long wave of protests and demonstrations that have ousted leaders and led to violent backlash, is unfolding right in Turkey’s backyard. Then there’s the civil war in Syria, where the death toll has climbed to 23,000-plus. Turkey, formerly close with Syria, came out against the regime last year and provided support and refuge for opposition forces. This past June, Syria downed a Turkish jet that officials said had crossed into its airspace. And now add to this volatile mix the American-made, Muslim-mocking film Innocence of the Muslims, which sparked demonstrations in more than 20 countries and led protesters to burn American flags outside the embassy in Ankara.

    Because of all that, Turkey’s tourism minister has predicted a two-million-person drop in the number of visitors to the country. So why, then, is a 42-year-old former kitchenware-supply-chain manager from California walking 1,305 miles across Turkey with no more than a backpack full of clothes and the equipment necessary to document his adventure?

    MATT KRAUSE CONTEMPLATED FOR 10 seconds before leaving his desk job—a gig as a finance analyst with Eddie Bauer Headquarters—in 2003 to follow his Turkish girlfriend to Istanbul. He had met her on board a flight to Hong Kong. After they parted ways, Krause tracked her down—he knew her first name and the California town in which she lived—through some “Google stalking.” He found her, and they started dating.

    Living in Istanbul (“Turkey: Round 1,” as he calls it) proved both worldview-altering and mind-numbingly frustrating for Krause. He put all of his money and time into a seemingly promising jewelry-business start-up. He and his girlfriend married. He found work as a niche English teacher because of his professional background. But none of his new life proved sustainable.

    After the jewelery business flopped, Krause returned stateside in 2009 to another desk job—this time in Seattle as a supply-chain manager for Progressive International—with his wife planning to later join him. But their marriage, which already had been on the rocks in Turkey, crumbled to pieces with the distance.

    While he came to Turkey for the love of a woman, Krause says he left with a deeper connection for the country and its rich culture and warm people. Back home, conversations about Turkey kept coming up, and Krause kept finding himself trying to convince the same non-believer. Turkey and the U.S. really aren’t all that different, he’d say, but words weren’t enough to make it stick. That’s when he realized it was time to move back—and go for a really long walk.

    KRAUSE’S SEVEN-MONTH ADVENTURE began on September 1 in the resort town of Kuşadası in Aydın province along the Aegean Coast, and it wraps up in the rural province of Van bordering Iran. Walking 1,305 miles is an objectively difficult thing for any human being to do. Plus, Turkey, encircled by the Aegean, Black, and Mediterranean Seas, is home to some wild and unexplored landscapes—from pristine coniferous forests and lush river valleys to rugged mountain ranges and arid desert plateaus. He’ll wander through sparsely populated plains, trek around the largest lake in the country, and come up against debilitatingly freezing weather (between -22 and -40 degrees Fahrenheit).

    via American Matt Krause Is Walking Across Turkey to Iran | Turkey | OutsideOnline.com.

  • Pera Palace: Istanbul’s Hot-spot hotel – hellomagazine.com

    Pera Palace: Istanbul’s Hot-spot hotel – hellomagazine.com

    25 SEPTEMBER 2012

    It’s East meets West in glamorous, exotic and stylish form. Turkey’s most famous hotel has just had a £20 million facelift – and it’s got to be seen to be believed. The Pera Palace, the first Western Hotel to be built in Turkey, has just completed a four-year renovation project. First opened in 1892 in the final decade of the Ottoman Empire – it’s now been restored to its former glory.

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    This legendary spot was an elegant hangout for famous faces of the early 20th century including King Edward VIII, Queen Elizabeth II, Agatha Christie, Greta Garbo and Alfred Hitchcock. More recently Hollywood star Ben Affleck was spotted sipping drinks in the hotel’s Orient bar, the same spot where Ernest Hemmingway used to knock back whiskies in a former, more glamorous age.

    Described for many years as having ‘faded grandeur’, there’s certainly nothing faded about it now. It’s buzzing and vibrant. Murano glass chandeliers, state-of-the-art technology, and hi-tech services guarantee the comfort of a luxury hotel, while all around you the exotic setting harkens back to an earlier age. White marble steps from the foyer lead to the Kubbeli Saloon, a soaring room at the heart of the hotel, with an elaborate parquet floor, marble columns and domes pierced with turquoise glass. A new glass roof sends the sunlight streaming in.

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    Most famous perhaps for being the hotel in which Agatha Christie wrote ‘Murder on the Orient Express’ tourists can visit and even book to stay in her room – number 411 – where one of her typewriters is still prominently displayed. Many of the rooms offer stunning views from the Galata to the Golden Horn. A new basement level features a spa and Turkish bath, as well as the refined Agatha restaurant (named after Agatha Christie, the hotel’s most famous guest), where the menu has been designed to reflect the notable stops on the Orient-Express: Paris, Venice and Istanbul.

    The first electric elevator in Istanbul ascends to the blissfully quiet deluxe rooms via a cast iron and red velvet remnant of the hotel’s glamorous past. The rooms, finished in dark, antique-looking woods and shades of cream and sage, are elegant and tasteful, with a hugely comfortable king bed dressed in fine white linens, with monogrammed shams and a feather duvet and pillows.

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    In the heart of the city the cobbled streets are lined with inviting restaurants, tea houses and shops. The ever exciting Istiklal Caddesi (a bustling, wide avenue for shopping and meeting) that is reminiscent of New York City – it never sleeps – is just steps away. Istanbul is a wonderful city for walking as much as it is a slow boat trip along the Bosphorus past the yali – old wooden (and expensive) summer homes – or a visit to Topkapi Palace, with its plane-shaded courtyards and Sultan’s harem rooms.

    For dining locals encourage the Sunset Grill and Bar – truly a stunning dining experience. Offering amazing views over the Bosphorus, the food must be sampled to be believed. A perfectly executed fusion of Oriental and European palates, Sunset Grill’s cuisine startles and soars. Try the mixture of Japanese delicacies, such as yellowtail sashimi and a delicious and creamy shrimp tempura, along with Mediterranean dishes such as a lobster linguini.

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    For a fantastic cocktail head to Istanbul’s famous restaurant and bar, 360. This multi-award winning spot is set in a penthouse perched on a 19th century apartment building overlooking the old embassy row in Beyoglu. The view is breath-taking – 360 degrees all over the city and across the Bosphorus to the Hagia Sophia Mosque and out to the Sea of Marmara. The food and ambience is Istanbul at its best. On the weekends, it turns into Club360 with DJ’s and dancing.

    The Pera Palace Hotel offers deluxe rooms from £315 in the high season, including breakfast and VAT or £220 in low season (typically after the summer rush).

    For a more cost effective boutique try Hotel Ibrahim Pasha. This small, delightful hotel is just steps away from the historic Hippodrome where chariot races were run in Byzantine times.

    Pegasus Airlines flies from London Stansted to Istanbul. Prices start from £250 return.

    via Pera Palace: Istanbul’s Hot-spot hotel – hellomagazine.com.

    https://www.hellomagazine.com/travel/201209259426/istanbul-pera-palace-hotel/

     

  • Four getaways for honeymooners – Philly.com

    Four getaways for honeymooners – Philly.com

    After you’ve tied the knot, escape somewhere unexpected. Paris? No, too cliche. Hawaii? Undeniably beautiful, but not exactly groundbreaking. Cancun? Best avoid it; too many memories of those youthful spring-break indiscretions. But never fear. We’ve compiled a quartet of canoodle-worthy getaways that will have your honey over the moon.

    Istanbul: Culture

    Straddling two continents – Europe and Asia – this exotic metropolis on the Bosphorus strikes an ever-shifting balance between East and West, old and new. The skyline is punctuated by minarets rising high above the treetops, while blocky modern mid-rises in shades of ocher and umber tumble down the hillsides. On the streets, men push heavy carts by hand, winding among long lines of cars.

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    Chic hotels have sprung up along the waterfront, but time stands still within the architectural wonders of the Blue Mosque, the Hagia Sophia, and the Topkapi Palace. (New husbands, try not to look too wistful when you tour the Topkapi’s ornately tiled harem rooms. Brides, it’s best not to compare your wedding ring with the Kasikci Diamond, an 86-karat, pear-shaped gem in the palace treasury.) You’ll find more affordable mementos in the bustling Grand Bazaar, a sultan’s trove of Turkish rugs, stained-glass lamps, gold and silver jewelry, hookahs, and hand-painted ceramics.

    If you’re not bothered by the “ball-and-chain” metaphor, you can begin your lifetime sentence together at the Old Town’s neoclassic jail, which was converted into the 65-room Four Seasons Hotel Istanbul at Sultanahmet in 1996 ( www.fourseasons.com/istanbul; rooms from $665). Alternatively, ensconce yourselves in the sleek luxury of the five-star Swissotel The Bosphorus or the adjacent Swissotel Living, with 63 designer apartments, complete with kitchen – perfect for newlyweds who want a cozy night in. Located on 65 acres of gardens on the European banks of the Bosphorus, a 15-minute drive from the historical peninsula, both properties feature a pool and share an Amrita spa ( www.swissotel.com/hotels/istanbul, rooms from $321; www.swissotelliving.com, rooms from $577).

    via Four getaways for honeymooners – Philly.com.

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  • Istanbul, Turkey: in search of the city’s Roman past

    Istanbul, Turkey: in search of the city’s Roman past

    If you know where to look, Istanbul’s Roman past pokes up throughout the city, as Harry Mount discovers.

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    By Harry Mount

    Exactly 1,700 years ago, in 312 AD, the Roman Emperor Constantine had a vision that changed the course of the Roman Empire – the world even – and ultimately turned Britain into a Christian country.

    The vision appeared to Constantine, just before the Battle of the Milvian Bridge. His adversary was Maxentius, a rival for the emperor’s crown. Looking above the heads of his marching soldiers, Constantine saw a burning cross of light over the sun, next to the Greek words, “Ev Toutw Nika” – “In this sign, you will conquer.” The following night, Christ appeared to Constantine in a dream, telling him to use the sign against his enemies.

    Constantine did as he was told. He stuck a cross on his army’s shields, won the battle, killed Maxentius, became undisputed Roman Emperor, and the rest is history – Christian history. From that point on, or so the legend goes, Constantine began his conversion to Christianity and, in time, the Roman Empire became a Christian Roman Empire.

    But the heart of Constantine’s new Christian Empire was not to be Rome, but the ancient Greek city of Byzantium. In 330AD, he made it the new imperial capital; in the same year, it was renamed Constantinople in his honour (and nicknamed “New Rome”). Along with the Roman imperial court, the senate and the supreme courts all moved to Constantinople from old Rome.

    It’s easy to forget all this when you arrive in modern Istanbul, its skyline dominated by minarets, your day punctuated by the muezzin’s call to prayer. But, if you look out for it, the city’s Roman skeleton pokes up through the Islamic skin all over the place. After all, the city remained Christian, and under the control of Constantine’s imperial descendants, for another 1,100 years after Constantine’s death. And it only became officially known as Istanbul as late as 1930.

    For those in search of Istanbul’s Roman bones, the first stop is Haghia Sophia, Constantinople’s cathedral for more than a millennium. Built by Constantius, Constantine’s son, in around 360 AD, it was burnt down, rebuilt in 415AD, burnt down again, and rebuilt by the Emperor Justinian in 532AD. It is largely Justinian’s building you see today.

    Converted into a mosque the day after Constantinople fell to Sultan Mehmet II in 1453, it was made into a secular museum by Ataturk in 1934. But, still, today, it smacks strongly of Byzantine Christianity in its domes and rounded arches – the Romans never cracked the pointed arch – in its cross plan, and in its glorious mosaics, restored in 1964 after being obscured by plaster and whitewash under the Ottomans.

    The new Muslim rulers were pretty laid-back about the Roman buildings they inherited. Rather than knocking them down, they just adapted them, inserting a mihrab (a niche pointing towards Mecca) and mimber (a pulpit) into Haghia Sophia to turn it into the mosque of Ayasofya.

    With some Roman buildings, they didn’t make any changes at all. Five minutes from Haghia Sophia is the Basilica Cistern, one of hundreds of underground caverns carved out by the Romans to store drinking water.

    For all its strategic waterside location – poised between the Bosphorus, the Golden Horn and the Sea of Marmara – Constantinople was painfully short of natural springs. The Basilica Cistern, built by Justinian in 532, was the biggest and still – despite the queues, the dodgy music and a morose automated crocodile submerged in the underground lake – it overwhelms. Some 336 mammoth Corinthian columns carry delicate domes of slim Roman bricks arranged in a herringbone pattern.

    After the freakily well-preserved cistern, Constantine’s Hippodrome – just next door – needs some imagination to recall the Ben Hurs who gunned their chariots up and down this quarter-of-a-mile long racecourse. It’s now lined with tourist coaches and street hawkers selling corn on the cob, but you can still make out the old lines of the track.

    The Hippodrome was Roman Constantinople’s political arena, as well as a sporting one – it was where the new imperial capital was officially founded in 330AD. Constantine covered the spina – the raised terrace in the middle of the track – with statues, columns and obelisks from across the empire; as the 4th century scholar Jerome said, “Dedicatur Constantinopolis omnium urbium nuditate” – “Constantinople is dedicated by stripping all the other cities.”

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    Three of those monuments survive: an Egyptian obelisk, from 1500BC, a stone pillar raised by Constantine; and the distinctly odd Serpentine Column, brought from Delphi by Constantine. The three intertwining bronze snakes once supported a column in Delphi’s Temple of Apollo, one of the most important in ancient Greece.

    Compelling as these survivals are, they also compel mass crowds of tourists. Ten minutes’ walk west and you have Roman Constantinople to yourself – well, by yourself, I mean you’re the only foreigner among a crowd of locals. In the middle of Yeniceriler Caddesi, Istanbul’s high street, stands the forlorn Column of Constantine – now flanked by mosques, it was erected by the emperor at the city’s foundation. Passing shoppers barely give the dilapidated marble column, wrapped in protective iron hoops, a second glance.

    But the reason this is Istanbul’s Oxford Street is because it was Roman Constantinople’s Oxford Street, too – just down the street was the late 4th century Forum of the Emperor Theodosius, the biggest public square in Constantinople. The stumps of Theodosius’s columns survive, carved with an eastern-looking, sinuous peacock’s eyes.

    Walk five minutes north to Kalenderhane Camii mosque, and you walk back all those 1,700 years to Roman Constantinople. The mosque was originally the Church of the Theotokos, a late 12th century mini-Haghia Sophia, with that familiar combination of domes and rounded arches. The gentle janitor took my hand to show me round the mosque, empty but for two office workers on their lunchbreak, prostrating themselves towards Mecca.

    Outside the mosque, choked with undergrowth, are the ruins of a Roman bath, with a fallen Corinthian capital lying next to the old hypocaust heating system. The baths and mosque are squeezed up against a Roman aqueduct, built by Emperor Valens in 375 AD to fill one of those cisterns. The aqueduct runs for nearly half a mile, in very good condition, above the low-slung rooftops of Istanbul. If it was in London, we’d fence it off, and cover it with explanatory plaques and Keep Out signs. In Istanbul, they’ve built houses into the wall, piled their rubbish up against it, and even built a car park around it.

    The aqueduct is taken utterly for granted, with the heartening attitude that comes from regular exposure to great ancient treasures. Roman Constantinople isn’t a forgotten memory in modern Istanbul; it’s part of it.

    • Harry Mount stayed at the Four Seasons Bosphorus, double rooms from £280 per night, including tax (www.fourseasons.com/bosphorus). He flew from Heathrow to Istanbul with Turkish Airlines (turkishairlines.com), flights from £172, including tax.

    ISTANBUL BASICS

    Haghia Sophia Next to the Blue Mosque and Topkapi, the old Ottoman palace, in Sultanahmet, Haghia Sophia dominates the peninsula of old Istanbul, with fine views across the Bosphorus and the Sea of Marmara. Be sure to stroll up the ancient, shallow ramp to get to the galleries where, at the far end, you’ll find mosaics that explicitly link Christ to the later Roman emperors. In one, the 11th century Emperor Constantius and the Empress Zoe sit either side of Christ. In the inscriptions, they are called “Constantine, in Christ, the Lord Autocrat, faithful Emperor of the Romans” and “Zoe, the most pious Augusta” – the supposed bloodline, going right back to Augustus, the first Roman Emperor, is crucial. Open 9.30-4.30, every day except Monday, admission 20TL.

    The Basilica Cistern Now called Yerebatan Saray. Open every day, 9am-5pm, entrance on Yerebatansaray Caddesi, admission 10TL.

    If you still haven’t had your fill of cisterns, you can have lunch in another one, just round the corner (Sarnic Restaurant, Sogukesme Sokagi, 34220 Sultanahmet, www.sarnicrestaurant.com).

    The Hippodrome Right next to the Basilica Cistern and Haghia Sophia. Always open, no entrance charge. Constantine’s walls along the Sea of Marmara, ten minutes’ walk south of the Hippodrome, were largely rebuilt in the ninth century. They are wrapped around the meagre remains of Constantine’s Great Palace of Byzantium, now reduced to a few marble window frames, a vaulted room and some 5th century BC column capitals incorporated into the Roman palace. Far more substantial Roman ruins survive further west, in the walls built by Emperor Theodosius II in the early 5th century. These moated double walls, with their 96 towers, were crucial in protecting Constantinople’s one landward side. They stood up to Attila the Hun, but couldn’t stop the Sultan on the last day of the Byzantine Empire – May 29th, 1453.

    The Column of Constantine Known locally as Cemberlitas (“the Hooped Column”), is on the corner of Yeniceriler Caddesi and Vezirhani Caddesi. Always open, no entrance charge.

    Kalenderhane Camii mosque, Kovacilar Caddesi, no entrance charge. The Byzantine marble walls, in swirling greens, reds and purples, survive; my janitor friend pointed to the small chapel where the earliest ever frescoes of St Francis of Assisi were painted in 1250, barely a quarter of a century after his death in 1226. The frescoes are in the Istanbul Archaeological Museum. You are now on the fringes of the Istanbul University campus. Any roadside cafe offers a good doner kebab or an Iskender kebab (in yoghurt and tomato sauce) for less than a fiver.

    The Aqueduct of Valens Runs parallel to Kovacilar Caddesi, no entrance charge. You can walk alongside it for most of its distance, and walk through one of its elegant arches, just by the Kalenderhane mosque.

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  • Which Airline Has Made The Biggest Comeback?

    Which Airline Has Made The Biggest Comeback?

    Slumbering with the ebb and flow of airlines, I have flown the foolishness of dreams. Since my first overseas flight to Africa in 1973, I’ve watched so many carriers vanish or be swallowed. Pan Am is the poster child, the mighty carrier upon which I first winged around the world. The Alexander Calder-painted planes of Braniff made my flights to South America vibrant and bright. I joined the mile-high club on UTA on a flight from Tahiti to Easter Island. Zambia Airways got me to Victoria Falls, where I made the first descent of the Zambezi back in 1981.

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    All are gone now, just contrails of memories. And that doesn’t include the U.S. carriers, such as TWA, National, Western or Eastern. Since commercial air travel began, more than 130 airlines have started and folded in the United States alone.

    KLM was the carrier I used to get to Arusha, Tanzania to climb Kilimanjaro, but it was acquired by Air France in 2004. Swiss Air, which carried me to the Eiger, was picked up by Lufthansa. And of course Northwest folded into Delta, Continental into United and the dance continues.
    Why do so many airlines, lifted with initial promise and hope, end up shuttered or absorbed on the ground? Sometimes it is bad luck or timing, politics or bad business decisions. However it begins, when an airline starts its descent, it is difficult to lift the nose and wheel the clouds again.

    In 1978 I set out to make the first descents of the Euphrates, which spills from Mount Ararat and snakes its way into Syria; and the Çoruh, which cuts along the Karadeniz Range and efflues into the Black Sea. The most efficient way to get to these waterways falling off the Anatolian Plateau was via Turkish Airlines, which offered flights to Istanbul from New York. Memory plays tricks and bends the light of time, but I recall it being among the worst air experiences ever.

    The plane was packed and unpleasantly fragranced, the food unappetizingly alien, the windows sooty and I was seated in the non-smoking area, which consisted of the final two rows before the bathroom, with a curtain separating me from mixing clouds of cigarette fumes. I coughed through much of the flight. This was not an airline, in my mind, with a big future.

    Today, of course, airlines everywhere are scaling back service and unraveling ways to charge customers for every amenity once de rigueur. So, it is with delectation I can report that no airline has roared back so exceedingly as Turkish Airlines, and it has become part of an elite club of the best carriers in the world.

    My flight of the Phoenix was last month, after researching the best way to get from Los Angeles to Delhi, where I planned to connect to Ladakh to make an expedition down the Zanskar River. Air India, which was plagued by a pilot strike for much of the summer, flies via Frankfurt, a sterile stopover. Emirates connects via Dubai, but it is expensive, and the city has no soul. But Turkish Airlines offers up a smooth connection via Istanbul. Istanbul? Where time seems like syrup, the city often cited as the most beautiful in the world. Why, then connect directly through? It seemed the ideal layover to shed some jetlag and soak in the snaking sounds and exotic perfumes of Asia Minor before heading onwards. So, with some residue of trepidation from 40 years back, I take the chance and book a business class seat, LAX-Delhi, with an overnight in Istanbul.

    And so it is with some Turkish delight I board a brand new Boeing 777-300 ER and find my way to a seat as comfortable as a La-Z-Boy, with a hot towel and sparkling mimosa waiting. The toiletry kit looks like an iPad briefcase — biggest I’ve ever seen — and is filled with Crabtree & Evelyn accoutrement. Everything is clean, gleaming like a needle, a far cry from my remembrances of an ashen interior. Then a man wearing a crisp white uniform and chef’s hat, signatures of multi-star restaurants everywhere, appears and hands me the menu and a tray of Godiva chocolates. He’s Gökay Kizilok, the “Flying Chef,” veteran of two celebrated earthbound restaurants in Istanbul, and he says he will create made-to-order dishes during the flight. This is a touch I’ve not seen before in trans-ocean business class.

    Not long after take-off the table is set, with real silverware, fine table linens and porcelain salt and pepper shakers. I order up a Mercimek Çorbası (traditional Turkish lentil soup); Kuzu Şiş Kebap (lamb, grilled tomato and green pepper on a skewer), along with a Prestige Narince wine, a distinctive Anatolian varietal. Then, of course, for dessert, an immaculate confection: Ekmek kadayıfı, the Turkish bread pudding smothered in clotted cream. Nostalgia often evokes flavors from the past, which are never as flavorsome in a modern setting — think grandma’s apple pie. But this is the opposite dynamic, as I recall a meal back in the ’70s that was closer to Top Ramen kippered with tobacco smoke than anything like the epicurean offering today. It turns out, according to Skyscanner, which polls airline passengers, for Turkish Airlines ranked best for on-board food in 2012, better than Singapore, Emirates and Cathay. (American Airlines was dead last.)

    After the meal I set the seat to “cradle” and watch a movie on the digital AVOD, read a book, and then recline to the full 177 degrees, stretch out my 6’1″ frame to the fullest and sleep like a pasha on a magic carpet.

    “If the Earth was a single state, Istanbul would be its capital,” so said Napoléon Bonaparte. Istanbul, of course, is the city that straddles two continents, so it makes geographical sense that it become a cardinal hub between East and West. The executives at Turkish Airlines somewhere along the way recognized the clout of its strategic base location, and shape-shifted from a local line to a concourse to the world.

    The airline links to over 200 destinations, including a number of provocative African capitals, relevant to my business, such as Addis Ababa (where runs The Blue Nile), Kigali (the portal to the mountain gorillas) and Nairobi, Dar Es Salaam and Johannesburg, all entry points for the great safaris of the continent.

    But the sweet add-on to the whole proposition is this: Passengers arriving in Istanbul on Turkish Airlines international flights and continuing on with another Turkish Airlines international flights get a free hotel in Istanbul, and a free city tour, with all transportation, meals and museum fees covered.

    I take up half the offer, as I have a friend, Mesut Ozgen, who is a local guide and who offers to show me around. I check-in, then grab a taxi to the Four Seasons Hotel Istanbul at the Bosphorus, a converted Ottoman palace, where a friend of mine, Brett Scharf, is preparing for the Dardanelles (Hellespont) Swim 2012. We dine on the water’s edge, entertained by the moving colored fairy lights of the Bosphorus bridge, the garishly lit boats cruising by and an appropriate crescent moon hanging above Asia across the Golden Horn. We penultimate the evening with a Raki, then a Turkish coffee and finally collapse into the uninhabited dreams of a mechanical Turk.

    The next day Mesut gives me the grand tour, the Blue Mosque, Topkapi Palace, Hagia Sophia, the Hippodrome, the labyrinthine corridors of the Old Bazaar, the Basilica Cistern and a mosaic of cafes, museums and galleries between. But it’s an abbreviated tour, as my onward flight to Delhi is late afternoon, so after lunch it’s back to Atatürk Airport. There, however, I sashay into the final surprise, the mark that the transformation from Flintstones to Jetsons is complete. The CIP Lounge is 32,000 square feet of swank aerotropolis, a destination in itself, and once settled in, you don’t want to leave. It has a billiard table, library, Feurich piano, nine television screens, Play Stations, a movie theater with deep leather chairs and popcorn machine, showers, massages, prayer room, live trees, hot meals cooked to order, mezes, köftes and olives, olives, olives everywhere. It’s the kind of place you want to park and read a Byzantine novel, write a great Anatolian novel or just veg. It is with keen disappointment they call my flight.

    So, Turkish Airlines has done the unimaginable, the impossible really and metamorphosed from a déclassé flagship that Pan Am, Braniff and many fliers discounted or dismissed. And while the once great names in aviation have bled into some graveyard in the sky, Turkish Airlines has risen and polished and done a honeyed Pygmalion, so it now truly ranks as one of the great airlines of the world.

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