sketches

hagia sophia - istanbul

PAT!!!

fist of all i wanted to mention that lee saw a woman wearing a black sabbath head scarf the other day...i found that interesting.

now some little comments and narratives from our trip:

our tour guide in gallipoli was hilarious. gallipoli is the site of a WWI battle that happened in 1915. as fate would have it this tour guide could speak wonderful english except for two words: "war" and "fifteen". these 2 words - pronounced "warjj" and "fihf-TEY-eeeeen" - came up quite a bit.

in cappadocia we were walking back from some exploring when out of nowhere this old man with a horse and cart pulled up and gave us a ride. he whipped the horse the whole time! granted his whipping strength was not what it used to be...and he would start to dose off a little occasionally...but it was also pretty sad. except he would grunt and mutter in old man turkish the whole time also.

we were on a day cruise in antalya on a pretty big boat. when we were heading back to shore we look over the the captain is fast asleep at the wheel.

i had this awesome conversation in ephesus. we were walking out of the historical site and there are dozens of little merchants selling memorabilia and what not.

merchant: "excuse me, yes please, do you like old coins?"
me: "no, i do not like old coins."
merchant: "ok super come here i will show you my coin collection."


here are some sketches from the trip and a couple from istanbul too.

the blue mosque - istanbul

the airport in raleigh-durham

our apartment pre-move

some lady

site of the tojan gate in the second troy

map of gallipoli...it was a crazy warj

the roman palace at pergamum

the athena pensiyon courtyard in bergama

the library of ephesus

cappadocia cave dwellings

view from the cave church we camped in

the sea at canakkale

view out my window in istanbul

its a chair, duh

bldg outside language school

a map that these 2 guys made for us to show us the way to their "famous rice restaurant" in izmir. their special dish was rice... we skipped it though

taxi driver in izmir

belbey pensiyon table

window + will's foot

Oh The Places You'll Go by Lee

So were back in Istanbul.
It’s good to be home. I loved the road, but the road can be exhausting. We only once stayed in one hotel or hostel for more than one night and that was the first stop.
We traveled the country by bus (except we left Istanbul on a Ferry and arrive back in Istanbul on a train). The bus service is incredible. From any place you can get anywhere else in the country. Some buses have personal TVs (think JetBlue… yeah that good) at every seat. All the buses had attendants that serve Fanta and snacks. The roads in Turkey are rough at times, but the buses are comfortable and give you a great scenic trip of the Turkish Landscape.
Turkey’s Landscape is incredible. I never imagined how varied the geography would be. At our furtherest point East we were maybe a little further than halfway across the entire country. In that time we saw massive empty plains, pine forests, steep rock mountains both directly on the ocean and inland, deserts and dried up salt lakes and tropical palm tree filled areas. We traveled from sea level to 4,000ft elevation (Cappadocia).
The places and sites we saw were the reason we toured the country for two weeks, but for me the most enjoyable and unpredictable part of the trip was the people you meet along the way. Between both locals and fellow travelers we met some “characters.” And since you’re meeting and leaving people so fast (like my love life) its hard to keep track of names so everyone gets a nickname.
Canadian Jeff (did I mention he likes to party bro),
New York Mary (who we shared a room with in Cannkkale… separate beds of course… to start),
New Zealand couple (who we seemed to keep running into all over the country. Really cool story: they owned a restaurant on top of a mountain in N. Zealand and had one daughter who just married a dairy farmer. In an admitted joint middle aged crisis they sold their business and are now traveling the world until their money runs out and they need to get jobs. They say they’ll be out of Kiwi Land for 1-3 years (really specific).)
Baggy Pants Salesman (tried to sell us everything from morning disco cruises and sun glasses to hookers, but also tried to leave us with a lunch bill),
Crazy Lithuanians (Hardest drinking people in history.)
Erasmus girls 1, 2, 3, rice restaurant guys, Serbian you-bombed-our-country girl, etc. etc. etc
Russian Tourists: What happened behind the Iron Curtain? Russian tourists are noticeable from the rest of the world tourist in one distinct way, they are all amateur models. It doesn’t matter if they’re old, young, beautiful, ugly, thin, fat, short, tall, male, or female it is a never-fail sign of the Russian Tourista that they will pose in some manner for every photo. The candid photo is non-existent. Now this was exhibited chiefly in the southern regions of the country where Russian tourist make up a significant and growing number of the tourist in the area. But it was perhaps best displayed at the travertines of Pammakule. It was like a non-stop photo shoot, and the poses lets just say got ridiculous. For some of the girls it was great, for others (many others) it was just questionable if they should have been wearing that string bikini (and we’re talking about men now too). Would standing straight and smiling for a picture be too much to ask?
Pammakule is a small town at the base of ancient city of Hierapolis. The reason Hierapolis was built there and people continue to some is because of the travertine’s, mineral springs at the summit of the mountain that deposit white powder across the entire mountain making the whole thing look covered in snow. Pammakule in Turkish means “Cotton-Castle” and standing close to the white walls the name seems more than appropriate. We snuck into the travertines one night and got the chance to explore before the mob of visitors arrived. There were however some stray dogs that were pretty entertaining. It’s one of the incredible natural occurrences you can imagine. The whole thing looks like a big pile of sugar. At night when it’s all lit up with the water running down it is really awesome. You need to take your shoes off when walking up the hill, but the warm water rushing past your feet is a great feeling. Pools along the walkway on the way up are almost like hot tubs of mineral water. At the top is the ancient healing center of Hierapolis. Ironically one of the main and most celebrated features of the city is the massive necropolis or Roman graveyard. Hierapolis has a good amount to see including a great theater and the place that St. Phillip was killed. Also exploring the tombs and sarcophagi of the graveyard is a good time.
The bummer of the place is that the pool to end all pools is the “antiquity pool” at the center of the city. Here as advertised across Turkey’s vast tourist world you can swim with ancient buildings and destroyed columns. The pool is at the center of a club med like café plaza that is built directly in the middle of the ancient city next to the pool. To swim in the pool you need to pay 25tl on top of the 20tl you paid to enter the site at the base of the hill!!! So we took some pictures and our money and left. By the mid-day, Pammakule can feel like a classically-themed water park. That said it deserves the attention it gets as both a freakishly cool natural display, with the historical ruins, and its a lot of fun to play around in the pool and watch Russian Tourists.
My favorite place had to be Cappadocia. The mix of untouched and endless natural landscape and the most incredible manmade “cave” buildings and cities made the area an incredible combination. We spent three nights in the area, mostly around the town of Goreme. Most buildings are carved out of rock and the hotels feature cave rooms to stay in.
Cappadocia is an incredible place for anyone who likes to explore.
One night we wanted to save money and decided to stay in one of the numerous caves dotting the country side. We settled on staying in a tenth century church that we stumbled across earlier in our hikings. Just before sunset we set out into the wilderness. We packed all the essentials: booze, candles, tablecloth to lay on, and um yeah that’s it. Oh wait we brought chips as well. What we failed to account for is that at a high elevation in an arid climate that reminded one of a South Western united states, the 90 degree days become extremely cold nights. Although I would suggest to anyone who goes to Cappadocia to definitely go cave sleeping; please remember your warm cloths, sleep bags, blankets, thermoses, and wool caps, and a pillow wouldn’t hurt. If you forgot these “essential” items like we did don’t be surprised if you leave that cold, dark cave just little closer to your companion then when you entered. With the exception of our exceptionally poor supply planning, I must say that staying in the cave was one of the coolest things I’ve ever done. And we had a jolly good time.

Traveling the country was the trip of a lifetime.

The beginning of our journey

After our short tatile (holiday), we have returned to lovely Istanbul. We have spent the last week registering for our upcoming classes and applying for our residency permits. Turkish bureaucracy is not something to be trifled with.

Firstly a small rundown of the trip: We started took a ferryboat from Istanbul to Bandirma and then a bus to Cannakkale. There we visited the WWI battle fields at Gallipolie as well as the ruins of Troy. From there we bussed it to Bergamon where we saw the Pergamon Akropolis as well as the Red Basilica, one of the seven churches of the apocalypse. From there it was on to Izmir the third largest city in Turkey. Afterwards we made our way further south to Selcuk and the ruins of Ephesus. Then it was on to Pammukale and the lovely travertines on which sat the ruins of Hierapolis. Antalya was our next destination where we spent some time relaxing on the Mediterranean beaches. The cave churches of Kapadokya were next on our trip. We made our last stop in Ankara to visit our dear friend Lukas and pay our respects at the Ataturk mausoleum. This is just a brief over view of the trip, we will be sure to go into more detail. More than you might ask for but hey it was a fun trip.

From there took a guided tour of the Gallipolie Peninsula. It was incredible beautiful. The peninsula is 33,000 hectares and has been a national park since 1918. It was a famous WWI battle field that involved the Turks, British, French, Australians, and New Zelanders. It was the place where Ataturk, the founder of modern Turkey, made a name for himself. It is somewhat of a pilgrimage site for the Australians and New Zelanders or the Aussies and Kiwis as they are known around those parts. The tour was 7 hours long and we only saw half of the park. It was really beautiful but also really sad. A lot of cemeteries and memorials. The youngest person to die for the Common Wealth was 14 years old! The guide said a lot of Aussies and Kiwis lied about their ages to fight in the war.

The next day we took a bus to Troia, Troy. There wasn't a lot to see there but it was really interesting to walk around the ruins. There are actually 9 different Troys all built one on top of another. The earliest one dates all the way back to 3000 BC, pretty much the dawn of civilization. The Troy from the Trojan war and Homers Illiad is Troy VI or VII they think. It was really beautiful there as well. There was a roped off path around the city with signs describing everything. It was incredible how old everything was yet there were still clear signs of roads and walls.

We arrived in Bergamon early early in the morning and started to make our way up to the Akroplis. The entire hill is covered by the ruins of an old city called Pergamon. It predates Alexander the Great by thousands of years and was an extremely popular place during Roman times as well. It was sooo unbelievably gorgeous! It took us almost 5 hours to walk from the bottom all the way to the top but the entire journey was filled with amazing ruins of the old city that used to be on the hill. We followed the original road that was used before the time of Alexander the Great. Every turn had something more amazing than the last! The path to the top is sporadically marked by blue spray painted dots that you are supposed to follow. We got turned around quite a few times but it was an amazing exploration. Nothing is roped off so you are free to explore where ever you want and climb all over the old walls and towers. Dont worry we were really safe. The hill was chock full of old temples and gymnasiums and mosaics and market ruins. Since we headed out so early we were the only ones on the entire hill, except for a few archaeological students sketching and counting bricks in the walls. At the very top of the hill there is a 10,000 seat amplitheater carved into the side of the mountain. The builders wanted to preserve the view, which is breathtaking, so they just chuncked out a huge side of the mountain. The acoustics in it where still quite amazing. Above all of this and the crown atop the mountain was an ancient temple. They had partially reconstructed it and it was huuuuuge. Beautiful white granite columns that seemed to touch the sky! The whole complex could rival that of the acropolis at Athens!!!

Since Turkey is still somewhat considered a middle eastern country there are tons of these ancient sites around that havent been plagued to much by tourists. Most of it is located in small towns that are still largely farming villages. Some of the best preserved Greek and Roman ruins are here in Turkey. Its so unbelievable to be around all this history.

Stay tuned for more updates!
In the mean time check out our flickr for pictures!
www.flickr.com/teamturkey

-The one and only William Bey

Into the Wild East….

We’re leaving on a ferry, don’t know when we’ll be back again….

Anyways Team Turkey is taking the show on the road. We’re heading on a 17 day excursion into the unknown and untamed wilderness that is Eastern Turkey…. Well that’s not completely true. We actually have a plan (more like an outline) and Eastern Turkey has only been inhabited for 10,000+ years, but we are taking a 2.5 week road (that part is true).

On our trip we will be going to Bursa, Cannakkale, Bergama (Pergamum), Izmir, Ephesus, Pamkkale, Antalya, Konya, Cappadocia, and Ankara among other places. Our primary transportation will be buses, but we’ll also be taking ferries and trains to complete our grand tour. We’ll be taking photographs along the way, we’ve been promised a wonderful architecture tour (and maybe some nice beaches… maybe). Many people gave us advice as we planned this road trip and we’re very thankful for the guidance.

Team Turkey has also added a new “temporary” member to the Team. Let’s call him a German “Guest Member.” Lukas is a 2 meter tall (you do the conversion) German from Hanover. He’s a political science major in the Netherlands and studying at Middle Eastern Technical (MET) in Ankara for a semester. He’s English is great, which is good because our German is poor. He was selected after a grueling review process and initiated only after intensive and disturbing hazing (which means he agreed to our begging for him to come along). He is fine addition to the gang.

Two other non-Turkish World stuff to report on.
1) Tim Rinaldi, our blogs official groupie has been asking for a shout out in the blog for weeks. Well this week he earned one. Tim is the head of student organization at Tulane called Mission Honduras. This organization just completed a new medical clinic in the mountains of Honduras (quite an achievement). This past week Tim was told that he will be sitting down for a face to face meeting with the President of Honduras to discuss how to improve that countries healthcare and education systems. (Sorry mom… I could only get to Turkey, after four years of College)
To learn more about Mission Honduras go to:
http://tulane.edu/studentaffairs/orgs/missionhonduras/


2) Lee’s cousin Brian popped the question this week and to everyone's surprise she (Annie) said yes. Congrats to both. May I suggest the Hagia Sophia as a wedding location (but only for a small wedding).

Going to the Black Sea on treads ...

So we came to this distant land of mystery and intrigue to meet the “natives” and experience their culture. As they say, “when in Constantinople do as the Romans did.”

On Thursday we took a new step in our “emersion” process. We decided to fast for Ramadan. For… one… whole… day. When we return home people may look at us differently, ask us for autographs, and hopeful be more than willing to sleep with us after we completed this Herculean Task. Now I can already hear the negative skeptics “One day? What about the other 28 days?” But let’s not those comments get in the way of our accomplishments. Not eating in Turkey is like having a McLaren F1 LM on the Autobahn and going 40 km/h (we have a running joke with all our friends here about how we have no idea how to use the metric system), the self control required is ridiculously difficult. If you’ve been keeping up with our blogs you understand our infatuation with Turkish Cuisine. In all fairness we took quite a large nap during the middle of the day. That night we went out with our Turkish class and were finally able to eat at 8:12pm. We ate at our teacher’s favorite kofte restaurant near the Blue Mosque. Lee alone ate two and half plates; it was like watching Oliver Twist at a Thanksgiving dinner (if he was American of course).

N.B. The trick to Ramadan fasting is sleep. Go out the night before late…. Really late…. Until its early. Once you hear the drums in the street (telling you to get up and stuff your face before sunrise) eat. Now sleep. Get up and go to class or work. Get home as soon as you can and sleep. When you wake up, go back to sleep. Sleep all day. Go to “breakfast” and gorge. Not that difficult if you’re really, really lazy. This brings us to Ramadan travel warnings. People can get cranky during Ramadan. Peoples eating patterns are messed up, their sleep patterns are out of whack, it’s 35+ degrees Celsius outside, you have to work all day without as much as a glass of water, the whole city is a bunch of hills, and did I mention its 300 degrees out. We witnessed our first Ramazan Tantrum the other day during class. A few students were sitting on the steps taking a break from class (not us of course), when all the sudden the shop keep comes running out screaming in Turkish while throwing a bucket of water on the students! At night it more of a relaxing atmosphere as Ramadan is also a festival.

Now, if we may we’d like to talk about people other than the Turks. Yes that’s right those lovable Joes from east of the Rhine (and occasionally the west too) THE GERMANS! We’ve met a lot of Germans here. Germany and Turkey have had a unique connection for generations. Guess who built all the railroads for the Ottomans? The Germans. And guess who works in all those German factories today? The Turks. I’m not quite sure the exact reasons behind this unique connection, but it definitely has deep roots.

Today in Germany, Turkish guest workers number almost 2 million people, mostly in the south western section of the country. More flights from Istanbul’s Airport go to Germany than any other country, except Turkey. In Istanbul most of the people studying Turkish with us are Germans and they plan to spend more time at home then in Istanbul. One German medical student said he “needs” to speak Turkish because he lives in Little Istanbul, a not so PC nickname for Berlin. We’ve met three teachers from Cologne, a southern German industrial Town and center for the Turkish community, who say 1/5 of their students are of Turkish decent and they need to be able to communicate with non-German speaking parents. Another student is here because her Turkish parents want her to learn to write Turkish, even though she’s lives in Germany. The Turkey – Germany relationship is an interesting one and one that we don’t know enough about to make an intelligent commentary.

What we can comment on is the fact that we’ve met a ton of Germans here and we’re getting along just swell with them. For many of whose German cultural experiences consist only of watching “Beerfest” and “Saving Private Ryan” a real German may come as both a shock and pleasant reinforcement of centuries old stereotypes (like… they take beer really seriously).

This weekend we had a beach day to the Black Sea. The weather was gorgeous, the water was amazing and is noticeably less salty then most ocean water, and the waves were great. We went to a public beach which was extremely crowded and a bit dirty. About 6 kilometers off the beach there were numerous tanker and cargo ships waiting to travel down the Bosphorus, a noticeably different backdrop to a beach day then what we are previously used to. Never the less we had a ‘swimmingly’ good time and are now all sporting new bright red birthday suits.

This coming week is a very busy one for us. We’ve got to get our school schedules in order, register with the immigration office, and finalize our travel plans. On Saturday we begin our road trip around Turkey! We’ve got some cool destinations in mind, but suggestion are welcomed (encouraged even).

-The Team

PS Check out our flickr @ http://www.flickr.com/photos/teamturkey there are a ton of new pictures up

birthdays, bikinis, and soap opera stars

Lee’s Birthday!!!!   August 16^th.  Yeah if you haven’t given me a Facebook shoutout yet it’s been duly noted.  Belated congratulations for my biggest accomplishment-to-date are acceptable.

Anyways, woke feeling a bit more mature (did I mention it was my birthday) and attempted to shave but apparently I’m never going to grow a beard.  Went to class.  They sang (that’s right: Happy Birthday in Turkish). 

After class we went and visit ITU to see the Dean of the Architecture school, Prof. Dr. Orhan “Hosh------name to long to remember”.  He looked like an architecture professor… what does this mean, he had thin rimmed but clearly designer eye glasses, he wore a crisp shirt, no tie (obviously) and had a breast pocket filled with drafting pens (really, drafting pens? who drafts anymore?).  He explained ITU’s six-step registration process which involves three signatures.  The process sounds like a real doozey compared to Tulane’s go online sign up for your classes and that’s it.  Anyways he explained some other stuff about the school but I will not bore you with the details until school begins.

We went on a little adventure.  We ended up going through neighborhoods with beautiful old buildings, nothing new, abandoned Armenian Churches, mosques, and beautiful old town houses.  This was a perfect collection of buildings that was crumbling together while still remaining a vibrant neighborhood. So many areas here shun their physical environments and are safer, friendlier, and more alive than what stereotypes would lead one to believe.  In these neighborhoods almost everyone is observing Ramadan, which means it is not the right place to look for a good Turkish meal.  So we headed up the hill a little.

We ended up at this unbelievable kebab place.  There we met a guy named Alex who was from New York but has been living in Istanbul since 1998.  When you meet an American (expat) in the middle of Istanbul you get excited, especially when he’s fluent in Turkish.  Long story short he told us that his favorite bar was right up the street and he and his girlfriend were having a drink there with some friends and that we should join them.  We did.  It turned out to a great decision.  

 (1) His girlfriend and her friends were beautiful 

(2) they were very interesting people; he’s a translator (lot of money in knowing both languages fluently) he also was in a Turkish Soap Opera (playing an evil CIA agent who blows up mosques and schools and stuff) she was an architecture history major and was beautiful and was designing textile patterns among other arts 

(3) most importantly they drew a map for us of where good bars, clubs, music, etc. etc. etc. was in the area.  The map is our prized possession; in many ways we are the sisterhood and the map is our “traveling pants.” We were idiots and didn’t get any contact information from them, but we have a way of constantly bumping into the few people we know.

Check out this work. “George Georgiou in Modern Turkey.”  This article was on NYTimes.com.

Can’t say that this is a complete view of an entire country or city, but the man is trying to make a strong point about the dehumanizing and vapid traits of modernization in a globalizing world.  I think it would serve him well to photograph the traditional living styles alongside the new and explain (if it is his opinion) how the new is adversely effecting the traditional.  All and all the photos are beautiful. http://lens.blogs.nytimes.com/2010/08/20/george-georgiou-in-turkey/?hp

(pat)
On Tuesday Tuesday tap-your-shoes day we went to Galatasarey Island. It's in the middle of the Bosphorus; Europe? Asia? Neither! Or both? But anyways you take a ferry to the island on which there is an awesome pool.  This is "sexy Istanbul" where the beer flows like wine, a little place called Isssssstanbul.  We went with our good friend Keiran (New Zealand) and had a delightful swim.  Then we fell asleep for a while and when we awoke our friend had disappeared.  He slunk into the shadows, never to be seen again (until the next day).

The view from the island is unreal.  There is a building preservation rule that prevents new construction along the shore of the Bosphorus; anything new must be built exactly as it was originally.  This is a problem for creative building and ingenuity, but it also allows for a truly beautiful image of the city as it has existed for a long time.  The steep hills of Istanbul also add impressive height to the view from the water. I love being able to see the city's geographical height and variation.  However I hate experiencing said height when I am traveling on foot, which is almost always.

And the shadows will play ...

We know we have been a bit lacking in the blog department lately so here is a quick (relatively) recap of our adventures over the past week. Hope you enjoy!

Sunday 08/08/2010 (Hey that one’s easy to read!)

Today we went to the archeological museum next to Topkopi Palace with Sadi and his girlfriend Maq. Sadi claims it is his favorite museum in all of Istanbul and after spending 3-5 hours wandering around I can understand why. First of all the museum is massive and old … some might call it massively old, you’ll notice this being a common theme throughout our blogs here. Check out the scale of the entrance!

we can all see who the fun one on the trip is ...

The other amazing thing about the museum was the sheer amount of artifacts they had in and around it. The outside of the museum looked like an antiquities graveyard. There were statues, columns, and all sorts of stone odds and ends lying around in ruins. Apparently

this was everything they couldn’t cram inside the building. The inside was stuffed to bursting with artifacts dating

all the way back to the dawn of civilization. There was one exhibit in particular that show cased column sarcophagi. These are intricately carved tombs with statues around perimeter giving the impression of columns. Any single one of these sarcophagi would have its own private room and special show at the Nelson Atkins (KC’s art museum), yet here they had crammed 10-15 of them in one room. Every exhibition had a si

milar amount of artifacts. Some of the highlights included Alexander’s Tomb (Lee and Sadi’s favorite), the Hellenistic statues (Patrick’s favorite), and the Cuneiform tablets (one of my many favorites … this is William btw). Incredible museum and high on our recommendations list for anyone visiting Turkey.

Our savior, the one, the only, Hakan, the magnificent, Sadi (&Maq)------>

Alexander's Tomb

Monday

Pat’s illness persisted, so drastic measures were necessary. We have blamed the local food (and Pat’s weak immune system, mainly his weak immune system) for his stomach “issues.” We have decided that to cure Mr. Franke we would need to return him to his natural surroundings.

So we created “All-American Monday.”

We ate at McDonalds where they have the MegaMac, a four patty monstrosity. We were quite astounded that somewhere outside would have such a gargantuan sandwich. That was until we received our regular BigMac, which was about the size of dollar menu double cheese burger. Side note McDonald’s, Burger King, and all the main stream fast food chains have a delivery option, but alas not 1 Lira menu.

We then put on our “American Suits”: baseball caps, goofy sunglasses, salmon colored shorts, seersucker, and Hawaiian shirts.

Pat and Lee then walked over to the Hilton Hotel. Built in 1956 the hotel is massive curved concrete building that sits in the middle of huge fortified estate. But dressed as we were we always get waived through security check points and treated as guests.

NB: Here’s something about being gawking American kids in Istanbul, the upper class institutions don’t ask questions. Speak loud ‘American’ and act like you know what you doing. We can walk into any fancy hotel, restaurant, or get into any night club (that otherwise wouldn’t let three boys with no accompanying girls in) without any questions. Now it’s got its draw backs too, our starting prices are higher in the bazaar and little boys come up and grab your hand to lead you to their father’s shops (if they weren’t successful at getting your wallet).

We lounged at the pool for the afternoon. With repressive heat in the city it was good to be able to dip in the water and relax.

Tuesday

Ramadan begins. WOOOHOOO Ramadan 2010 (MTV cameras everywhere… not really). At 4:30am people walk around pounding drums to tell people to get up to eat before morning light. At 5am there is the first of five prayer calls (happen year round). For our observant Muslim friends no eating, smoking, or even drinking water (it 90+ degrees Fahrenheit and humid) until sundown (currently around 8:20pm). In Istanbul about 50% of the people probably keep it stringently, others will give up smoking and drinking alcohol for the next 29 days. Many restaurants aren’t even open during the day, but when the sun goes down they are booming. In our neighborhood it’s definitely stricter, but when you get to Taksim people are drinking, eating, and smoking like chimneys. As the days of Ramadan go on more and more people seem to be breaking fast during the daylight hours. The heat has been brutal (record setting highs the last 2 weeks) and some might just do a day or two a week, since the full length of Ramadan is a true marathon. We’ve been told that unlike other years the summer heat isn’t dry. The heat wave usually comes from Saudi Arabia instead this year it coming out of the Indian Ocean creating a heavy level of humidity.

After class Sadi came and got us went to get Pat a bank account and phone. We were successful in both regards.

Wednesday

After class we went two friends that we’ve met at language school Michael and Seth went and had lunch. (I’m intentionally leaving that last sentence so the general public can understand my pain at editing these things. Times that sentence by 4 full pages…) Michael, who has been in Turkey for two years, brought us to a restaurant that served the equivalent of Turkish Fajitas. çok lazzetli as the Turks would say. (very delicious)

After lunch, which included a cup of tea (çay) and backgammon (tavla), we went to go meet Kerian another friend we’ve met in class. Kerian is a New Zealander who used to be a fund manager in London and now does property and restoration in Istanbul, a super interesting guy to talk to. He offered to take us around a couple of his projects. Before we left he showed us some maps that resembled old Sanborn maps, it’s unbelievable to see the layout, or lack thereof, of the old sections of the city. The cities layout is such an organic mess that seeing the official maps is really impressive.

Historical “preservation” in Istanbul’s older section is very much alive and as the economy booms in the city older sections throughout the city are getting a facelift and an expensive price tag. The areas we walked around (Beyoglu and Galata) used to be the centers of the Armenian and Greek communities. When these communities moved out they still retained ownership of the buildings. Therefore to buy one you have to track down all the relatives of the original owner, many of whom are currently living in Greece. Kerian once went to a closing with 26 people. The rules as explained by Kerian are as follows: (1) footprint, using old maps you can only build within a footprint that was once the original footprint of that building (2) Height, the height of the original building or a building that existed on the site (3) Facades, the historical commission wants to save the facades at all cost (Kerian showed us a “building” that was merely a bombed out brick wall, but he must keep that wall standing) and finally (4) Usage, where the other rules are enforced to the letter of the law this rule can be bent somewhat, On the street level (floor zero in Turkey, the first floor is the second floor) there is commercial space and above is residential and offices. There are few if any real “zoning laws” for these areas so the zoning is whatever was originally in place. The idea being if the facades, size of the buildings, and usages are the same, the neighborhood will be preserved.

These are the only rules. Many of the buildings are nothing more than facades with beautiful new construction inside. Some buildings are restored floor by floor, but many are merely brand new buildings with an old façade, nothing else remains of the old building. Modern and contemporary design is very much in vogue in Turkey, with a spirit that only a quickly modernizing nation could have. Behind the 18^th century façade is usually beautiful modern apartments. We started our tour at Kerian’s apartment, a beautiful modern apartment encased in an antique façade. Afterwards we saw a few other properties in development. It’s amazing to see these projects from conceptual inception to completed work. Kerian took us to a final property that had been rebuilt and had a bar/restaurant in an adjacent otopark that led to a beautiful courtyard. Of course we stopped for a beer… or two… or well anyways, we end our tour there. The bar’s design was beautiful, exposed steel, stained wood paneling (which is used a lot in contemporary designs here and really looks great) and moving glass panels.

NB: Weird thing about Turkey. Very few mortgages, only about 5% of Turkey’s GDP is mortgaged (UK and the US is ~55%+). No one gets a 30 year mortgage here and buys a house. Usually if you want to buy a house for $1,000,000 you walk into the closing with a million dollar check. A 10 year mortgage at really high interest is much more common. I’ve been told this is both good and bad (1) no credit crisis in Turkey (they’ve had a bunch in the past) (2) the real estate assets of Turkey are locked up, meaning that you can’t take your money out of your property and place it into another investment or property and (3) most people rent.

Thursday

Went to Asia (no big deal) to meet Sadi for dinner. We got decedent cheese burgers. William’s was called the Alaturka Burger, those witty Turks. Sadi our “Turkish Sage” gave us the ok to eat non-exclusively Turkish food. Sadi: “You’re local now, you can eat something other than kebaps.”

Friday

Chapter XIV: The Foodless Barbecue

Friday was a big day for the team; the reason, of course, being the class barbecue (barbeku) party. It was hosted by our German classmate Kontes (she earned this nickname because she shakes hands with people like a countess). It was in the Galata neighborhood on a rooftop deck. The view was incredible; you could say it was the bee’s knees if you felt inclined to do so. From the roof you could see the Bosphorus and the Asian side of the city beyond. It’s the kind of view that everyone in the city wants. It makes rent jump up by 500% or more. The company was also very interesting. I discovered that everyone in the entire world knows who Bob Marley is.

There also happened to be a photographer from New York there. His name was Jason something; apparently his work is pretty well-known. Interesting tidbit: he used to be a guard at the Met in NY. Most of the guards are involved with the art community in some capacity. Hmmm? I also found out that our British classmate has never seen Life of Brian. It’s like, come on…

After the party we went to our favorite bar. It’s a tiny bar that’s called “Big Pub.” Because we are three and backgammon is a game for even numbers we had the waiter (Yoker, a wonderful gent who speaks excellent English) invite some Turks over to play with us. Collectively they won something like 14 of the 15 games played that night, William being the one-time winner. They taught us how to swear in Turkish which was great fun. The Turkish equivalent of the middle finger is maybe the greatest gesture invented; it is the goofiest thing, especially because it involves licking your own forearm.

Now I will tell a very important story: We went to the Intercontinental to take a tour of their fitness facilities because why not? You know? And the tour guide (whose name escapes me) had this great lisp (listhp), it was really really great. So he is showing usth around the fitnessth center facthilities and eventually we arrive at the tanning bed. At this point he turned and looked at us, very proudly, and said “here we have the stholarium…if you wish to work on your tan?” And at this moment we decided we have to join as members if only to chat with our tour guide again.

Sincerely,
The Team

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