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  • Love Tourism in Istanbul

    Love Tourism in Istanbul

    If you think romance is dead, you can always fly somewhere it isn’t.

    Jessica

    I met Annika in the restaurant down the street from my guesthouse in Istanbul. Her sturdy Scandinavian appearance made her seem self-sufficient and tough, which was unfair, as she was really quite meek and uncertain.

    It was her fourth trip to Turkey in six months. The first time she went to visit, it was for the experience. She’d recently separated from her husband and the trip gave her something to plan for, to focus on during the cold months of her divorce proceeding. She pictured herself walking through the markets, sitting in foreign cafes sipping sweet tea, soaking in the exotic cityscapes. It was on one of her solo walks soon after she arrived that Annika met Evrin.

    I groaned inwardly when she told me he sold carpets. I’d been approached by these guys as well, standing outside of their shops with their oiled hair, plying you with coffee, tea — anything just to get you inside, where they could keep you captive for hours in their tiny stores, flinging down carpet after carpet from their tall piles even as you protested. Often, as I walked past, they resorted to putting a hand to their chest and belting out a line of a song. Whenever this happened, I seemed to be the only one embarrassed.

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    In front of the Hagia Sophia

    Annika, however, was charmed by all of this swaggering, singing and public grooming. Her vacation romance quickly turned into a full-fledged love affair. They ran together down the small cobbled streets and kissed in the shadows of gigantic mosques. Since then, she’d returned to Istanbul whenever possible, taking weekend breaks to the coast with Evren, trying to learn Turkish and watching him play in a traditional band when he was finished with work at the carpet store. She didn’t know if it would work out in the long run, but she desperately wanted it to.

    He’d told her his family wouldn’t accept her and that she shouldn’t move permanently to the city. She told me she thought often about converting, but worried in the end even that wouldn’t be enough to win over his family. She worried often, she said, her hands twisted the mug of tea in front of her. She felt absolutely sick with worry and love.

    She brought out her wallet and showed me a picture. He was handsome but his smile curved up arrogantly on one side. I observed that he had a sort of Clarke Gable quality to him. This made her happy.

    Annika wasn’t the only woman I’d met in Istanbul who had ended up in some sort of love affair. There were several other girls in my guesthouse with Turkish boyfriends they’d met in the tourist district. And there was the woman who I met on a veranda one day who told me that she went to Turkey for a month every summer and every year she found a man to be with. Turkey seemed to be full of foreign women in romantic entanglements. They were like the sex tourists I knew in Thailand, but instead of cheap blowjobs, they sought out flattery and romance.

    “I think maybe we like them because they give us so much attention,” Annika told me as we ate soup one afternoon. “They take the time to look into our eyes. We are so used to being modern, to being treated like men. And the way we meet men is after too much alcohol on the weekends. I guess some things never change. Even in our modern culture girls still want to be treated like ladies.”

    I saw her only once more. She seemed nervous and distracted. She’d gotten no further commitment from Evren, who seemed to almost be avoiding her, and only had a few days left before she had to fly home to Norway as she had a job to go to on Monday morning. I felt bad for her.

    Later I wondered who I was, really, to feel sorry for anyone, to be so cynical about love when my own relationship was tenuous in even its best moments. But I knew from experience that the most cripplingly painful lovesickness comes from being the one who is more in love.

    via Love Tourism in Istanbul | xoJane.

  • Inside the Turkish Airlines Flagship Lounge at Istanbul’s Atatürk Airport

    Inside the Turkish Airlines Flagship Lounge at Istanbul’s Atatürk Airport

    International DJ, frequent flyer extraordinaire and Jaunted contributor Max Graham drops his thoughts on hanging out in Turkish Airlines’ flagship lounge at Istanbul-Atatürk International Airport recently:

    Flying from Hong Kong to London this past month, I stayed loyal to Star Alliance and chose to fly Turkish Airlines, which meant a stop in Istanbul and a visit to their large flagship lounge. Right away I was very impressed with the entry system. It goes like this: you scan your boarding pass and, if you’re allowed in, turnstile-like doors automatically open. This eliminates the need to wait in line while someone manually checks your boarding pass and keys in your frequent flyer number. It’s the future!

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    Gallery: Turkish Airlines Lounge at Istanbul Atatürk Airport

    The lounge itself is quite spacious and includes an impressive selection of food options, including a chef’s station that makes omelettes as if it’s in a hotel and not in an airport. There’s plenty of local and international options for food as well as a staffed coffee/tea bar, which was quite lovely.

    An office area has plenty iMacs, a kids section has Playstations and a stately library includes a pool table. The lounge’s seating areas are quite large on their own, with the bonus of secret quieter areas if you don’t plop down in the first comfortable seat you find.

    What I Liked:

    · Food options were extensive, both local and international.

    · Decor is really cool with the curved ceilings and traditional Turkish inspiration.

    · Bathroom was very nice and clean, with attention to detail.

    · The Turkish coffee station is excellent with its fresh juice, teas and lots of options.

    What I Didn’t Like:

    · It’s really just one thing. The internet access details are not offered at the front, but rather at the back where an attendant behind a desk gives you a small bit of paper with the info on it. It’s a waste of paper and annoying to be sent back and forth.

    Overall I give it a 9 out of 10. The Turkish Airlines flagship lounge is definitely a sweet two-hour interval between flights.

    About the Author: As an international best-selling DJ and a million-mile-plus frequent flyer (and maker of awesome iPhone videos), Max Graham is “either in the studio or on a plane.” He spends more nights in hotels than in his own bed and arguably has one of the best jobs in the world. You can always follow his more immediate travel commentary on Twitter and his music and tour dates at his official website.

    [Photos: Max Graham for Jaunted]

    via Inside the Turkish Airlines Flagship Lounge at Istanbul’s Atatürk Airport || Jaunted.

  • Hamams, hospitality, and memories of Istanbul

    Hamams, hospitality, and memories of Istanbul

    The entrance to the Turkish bath

    “Follow him,” the woman at the counter said and pointed at the young man walking down a graffitied alley. When we decided to go to the hamam, or Turkish bath, during our free time on Saturday, we were expecting something relatively similar to an American spa. We were surprised to find ourselves wandering down a back street from the office to the women’s section of the bathhouse, where we were greeted at the entrance by a poster of women lounging in the bath playing the mandolin. The bath itself was a large, open room with low sinks around the periphery and a large marble platform in the center. Women would take turns laying on the hot marble, being scrubbed and washed by the ladies working. It was a scene you would never find in America, where people love their privacy and personal space far too much to be washed in a room full of strangers.

    It was little moments like these that made my ten days in Istanbul such an amazing experience. Moments like visiting my first mosque and hearing the azan (Muslim call to prayer) ring through the city streets for the first time. Moments like crossing continents and spending the evening sitting along the Bosphorus on the Asian side of the city drinking tea and looking out over the water. Moments like bargaining forever at a bazaar trying to reduce a price by a single Lira.

    One of the things I will remember the most, however, is the incredible hospitality of our Turkish hosts and tour guides. Take the family, for example, that let us into their home for dinner on Sunday night. We were connected with them through a contact in a local foundation, but we were still complete strangers to one another. They spent the entire day cooking an incredible, multi-course meal for fifteen young Americans they knew essentially nothing about. We stayed at their home for hours, drinking Turkish tea, eating baklava, and joking with the hosts long after the dinner was over. And then there were our student guides, who showed us around the city but stayed with us long after their tours were over.

    It made us all think about how we live our lives here in the States. It would be much more difficult to find people willing to drop everything and spend the day (or days) with a group of young strangers from abroad, letting them into their homes and into their lives. We never seem to have time for anything in America besides working, and seeing how generous the Turks were with their time made this even more glaringly obvious. One night in the cab back to the hotel we all realized that this experience has made us want to be as hospitable to others as our new Turkish friends were to us. At the end of the day, that is one of my favorite things about traveling – highlighting cultural differences that make me want to live my life in a better way. I am so grateful to the Global Engagement Summit and everyone who made this trip possible. I cannot possibly think of a better way I could have spent my senior spring break, and this trip has truly been one of the highlights of my college experience.

    -Liz

    via Hamams, hospitality, and memories of Istanbul « Northwestern.

  • Istanbul at the crossroad

    Istanbul at the crossroad

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    Traditional restaurant (Andre Vltchek/ People’s Daily Online)

    It is late afternoon in historic Taksim neighborhood of Istanbul and Kafe Ara is full of local intellectuals. The walls are decorated with enormous black and white photographs depicting old days of the city: ancient fishing boats, exhausted laborers arriving to the jetty, historic trams crawling through Galata Bridge. All these photos were taken by one of the greatest Turkish photographers of Armenian origin – Mr. Ara Guler who is now 84 years old.

    As I write this article, Mr. Guler is sitting at the large wooden table right next to me. He is still loved and popular, never short of company of both young and old people who ask him to autograph his books and to share his thoughts on this city.

    Once in a while we look at each other and smile. At one point he begins eyeing my Leica camera, then he winks at me: “I have 50 of them at home. I even knew personally the family… You know… After they went digital, it is not the same…” I still love Leicas, but I politely agree with the old master.

    While his work is considered phenomenal, as one of the great symbols of Istanbul, for many inhabitants and visitors alike it is synonymous with nostalgia and melancholy. Taksim neighborhood is constantly changing. While still full of history and architectural beauty, it became one of the most expensive places on earth, and according to the great Turkish Marxist filmmaker Serkan Koc – one of the ‘most capitalist’.

    “Istanbul from my childhood has changed, it already disappeared”, laments Ara Guler. “The new construction is everywhere. Even when you think about Istanbul some 50 years ago, it was already gone. We have been living in the city called Istanbul, but it is just imaginary city. The real city went mad; its culture is finished. New generations – they are all empty. I see emptiness all around me.”

    But standing near us, young student and translator, Erkin Oncan, is smiling warmly as he is listening to the words of the master. And his smile confirms what is so obvious even as the barrage of bitter words flies from the mouth of that great old photographer: Ara Guler actually loves his eternal city – Istanbul. He is quarreling with it, nagging it, criticizing it as old lovers would. But his affection is clearly evident in both his words and his remarkable images.

    via Istanbul at the crossroad – People’s Daily Online.

  • Finding a bargain in Istanbul, Turkey

    Finding a bargain in Istanbul, Turkey

    Istanbul, Turkey — For months I had been pining for a trip to Europe, willing to go anywhere a cheap flight would take me. But the elusive bargain I sought didn’t materialize until February, and it wasn’t completely Europe.

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    Boats pass beneath Istanbul’s Galata Bridge, which crosses the Golden Horn to connect the city’s older and newer sections. (Mary Forgione / For The Times / February 21, 2012)

    The airfare of my dreams was a Valentine’s Day special open to anyone: $599 round-trip from L.A. to continent-straddling Istanbul, including tax and fees. It required a companion fare (which meant I had to find someone to go with) and traveling in February. (This was Turkish airlines, and although this fare is not available now—some fares this month are as low as $758 on American, so keep an eye out for specials.)

    With little time to plan, I found a willing accomplice (my friend Sonia), and packed a carry-on bag for the week. I scanned a few guidebooks during the 13-hour flight that said Istanbul wasn’t the super bargain it once was. But traveling off-season in a country outside the euro zone worked in my favor. After just one day, I found the Turkish city easy to get to know — and easy to explore without spending a fortune.

    During the impromptu trip, Sonia and I found good budget hotels in the hip Beyoglu and the old city for less than $100 a night. No mini-bars or microwaves, just neat single rooms (we didn’t have to double up to save money) that included good breakfast buffets…

    via Finding a bargain in Istanbul, Turkey – latimes.com.

    https://www.latimes.com/travel/la-tr-turkey-20120408-story.html

  • Wake up and smell the coffee in Turkey’s beautiful Izmir

    Wake up and smell the coffee in Turkey’s beautiful Izmir

    Travellers need only take a stroll down Izmir’s Kordon promenade to be transported back into a forgotten world of Turkish coffee culture as Sarah Knapton found out.

    By Sarah Knapton

    It’s unlikely that you will have heard of Pasqua Rosee. And yet, on your average walk to work, you probably pass more reminders of his legacy than anyone else’s.

    Turkish coffee has changed little in 500 years

    Rosee brought coffee to London. He opened his first coffee house in a shed in the churchyard of St Michael’s Alley, Cornhill in 1652. Rosee was the servant of a British goods trader named Daniel Edwards. Edwards had met Rosee in Izmir, Turkey, and brought him back to England, along with his recipe for a rich, thick mud-like drink known as “coffee.”

    So popular was this new drink with Edwards’ London friends that he arranged for the beans to be imported and helped Rosee set up his first business.

    It was the start of a gastro-financial revolution. By 1675 there were more than 3,000 coffeehouses in England and Rosee had branched out in Europe, establishing Paris’ first coffee shop in 1672.

    His coffee house eventually inspired Procpopio Cuto to open the Café Procope which brought together the likes of Votaire, Rousseau and Thomas Jefferson and sparked the French enlightenment.

    And by 1688 Edward Lloyd, encouraged by the success of Rosee, had opened his own coffeehouse – Lloyds of London. It became an important meeting place for sailors, merchants, and ship owners and Lloyd kept them up to date with reliable shipping news. It was here that the modern insurance industry and stock market was born.

    And Turkish coffee, or kahve, had been responsible.

    The endlessly inventive milky, frothy, frappa-latte-chinos churned out by Starbucks today bear little resemblance to the thimbles of muddy exotica enjoyed by the 17th century renaissance gentleman. But if you visit Izmir today you can still taste a drink which has changed little in half a millennium.

    And all in a setting that inspired Homer to pen The Iliad and encouraged Alexander the Great to stop conquering for a while and take in the view.

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    Prepared by boiling finely powdered roasted beans in a pot – or cezve – the coffee is left to settle into a thick, strong, sludge. The drinker can usually manage around four or five sips before the dregs at the bottom become too viscous to finish.

    So ingrained is coffee in Turkish culture that the Turkish word for breakfast, kahvaltı, means “before coffee” while the word for brown is kahverengi, literally “the colour of coffee”.

    The Turks believed coffee to be a strong aphrodisiac and a spouse refusing to drink it was a legitimate cause for divorce.

    In Izmir you would be pushed to find a more tranquil or historically important spot to enjoy a cup than by the harbour. Dubbed “beautiful Izmir’ by the Turks, the city sits barely more than a few feet above the tideless Aegean, surrounded by mountains.

    The climate is balmy and Mediterranean but the scorching summers are cooled by the refreshing sea breezes.

    The palm lined promenade of Kordon is bustling with bars, restaurants and coffee houses and gives off an exotically evocative aroma of Shisha pipes, spices and, of course, coffee.

    It faces west making it an ideal spot to catch the setting sun as it sinks into the harbour. The impressive Konak pier was designed by Gustave Eiffel. Its lattice work is based on the same engineering which holds up the Eiffel tower and the Statue of Liberty.

    Almost all of the great ancient empires, the Lydians, Persians, Romans and Ottomans, to name but a few, have seen their empires rise and fall between the walls of Izmir.

    And looking out across the water over to the mountains it is easy to see why settlers chose the port more than 8,500 years ago.

    Legend has it that the city was founded by the Amazons and was originally named Smyrna after the warrior-queen of Hellenistic mythology. The city was the birthplace of Homer and The Iliad was first recounted on the banks of the Meles stream, between 750-700 BC.

    Modern day Izmir, however stands on a slightly different spot to the original footprint of Smyrna, a curiosity brought about by Alexander the Great who according to legend was visited by the goddess Nemesis in a dream having stopped to rest on Mt Pagus, a hill outside the walls of the original city. Nemesis ordered the city be moved to the hillside.

    Whether anyone seemed to object to such a whimsical uprooting of an entire city is not recorded. The oracle of Claros predicted the citizens would be four times happier than before.

    Undoubtedly the city continued to prosper, largely driven by its location on important trade routes. Aristotle even travelled to give lectures nearby for three years.

    Strabo, the ancient geographer wrote that Izmir was the most beautiful Ionian city of the time, even rivaling nearby Ephesus.

    And a visit to Ephesus gives some hint as to how astonishing Izmir must have been in ancient times.

    At its height, Ephesus was the capital of the Asian part of the Roman Empire and housed a population of 200,000. Although only partly excavated Ephesus is a vast sprawling reminder of how advanced ancient cultures were. It is still possible to walk down one of the multitude of ruined streets on a busy day in the tourist season and not encounter another soul.

    Cleopatra, Marc Anthony and St Paul all visited the city and it held the magnificent Temple of Artemis, one of the seven wonders of the ancient world. Although the temple has now gone, the façade of the Celsus Library is arguably one of the most beautiful and impressive examples of Roman architecture left standing. It was the third largest library in the classical world. Visitors entering the library can still pass the same four female statues representing wisdom, character, judgement and experience.

     

    Legend has it that Mary, the mother of Jesus, came to live near Ephesus with St John shortly before her death. Both Christian and Muslim pilgrims still travel to the small house on Mount Bulbul in which locals believed she died on August 15th every year. The grave of St John is also to be found nearby, under a later basilica.

    Izmir finds itself at the crossroads of civilisations. It was the east of the west and the west of the east where culture, religion and mystics gathered and fused into elaborate tapestry. Mosques, synagogues and churches still sit happily side-by-side in testament to its embracing and liberal attitude.

    It is no wonder that amid such a convivial atmosphere of acceptance that the coffee houses flourished when they were first introduced in the middle of the 15th century. And with them came a whole mysticism of their own.

    While the Chinese were staring into tea leaves, a similar way of telling the future was being decoded from the coffee grounds in Turkey.

    Even today the locals are quick to swipe your cup away and peer into the dregs to pick out the shape of a butterfly or a ring or a mounted rider.

    And the mysterious potency of coffee travelled with the beans to London. It was said the new drink could stop headaches, cure wind, gout, scurvy, prevent miscarriages and sore eyes.

    It is unsurprising that coffee took on such allure given the area from which it originated. Izmir has been famed as a spot for healing since ancient times.

    The Agamemnon Spas which were cited by Homer are now known as the Balcova Spas and it is said their thermal waters can cure upper respiratory conditions, chronic infections, rheumatism, metabolism and skin problems. The spas at Cesme are also said to cure genealogical, urinary and liver problems. In the volcanic landscape of Alacati herbal baths are prepared using the waters which are renowned for treating bone and joint disorders.

    The region is also peppered with Turkish bath houses. So if you don’t wish to drink the mud there will always be someone nearby to coat you in it.

    Yet it is likely the famed good health of Izmir’s inhabitants was largely to do with the diet of its people.

    Despite straddling two continents the cuisine of Izmir is far more European than Asian.

    The oldest olive oil workshop in the world is found just 38km away in the fishing village of Urla, which dates from 4000BC. Aubergines, peppers and pumpkin and figs are all are all staples. Izmir’s Kofte, salted fish, and sardines cooked in vine leaves are famed throughout Turkey. In almost every street, carts sell freshly baked simit – a ring of bread coated in sesame seeds which is often eaten for breakfast.

    Inland the plains are famed for aniseed, artichokes, onions, melons and tangerines as well as some of the only mastic tree gardens in the world. Herbs grown for salad dishes include mallow, stinging nettle, dandelions and teasel.

    The fishing boats still bring in a steady stream of red mullet, guilt headed bream, sea bass and whiting while the vines of huge vineyards soak up the sun on the mountainside.

    It is through its trade of such wines, food and oils as well as ongoing traditions of jewellery making and textiles that Izmir has flourished.

    The ancient Agora is one of the best-preserved Roman market places in the world, its vast three story arches standing testament to the importance of commerce in the city.

    The modern equivalent, the Kemeralti is similarly evocative. The old bazaar is a cavernous maze of jewellers, carpet sellers and, of course, coffeehouses.

     

    So the next time you are handing over your change for a cup of coffee, it’s worth remembering the role Izmir played. And not only in the coffee. For the world’s first parchment was created here in ancient times which would eventually lead to paper, cardboard and the cup holding your drink. The first metal coin was also struck in nearby Sardis.

    Izmir’s story is fascinating and well worth exploring. I could go on. But, strangely, I feel like stopping for a cup of coffee.

    Details:

    We stayed at the Movenpick in Izmir and flew with Turkish Airlines.

    https://www.telegraph.co.uk/travel/destinations/europe/turkey/8678795/Wake-up-and-smell-the-coffee-in-Turkeys-beautiful-Izmir.html