1.
Istanbul.
The
flight over was supposed to have been something like nine hours. Instead, we ended
up on the plane for sixteen (someone got sick en route over
Labrador. The flight attendants attended to him (her?), but apparently the
situation was unstable. I had just taken a sleeping pill that Nate had given me,
and not five minutes later the pilot announced we’d be stopping in St. John’s,
Newfoundland – one and half hours in the wrong direction, as the plane was
somewhere closer to Greenland by then – and as much as I wanted to, I could not
un-take that sleeping pill.
I don’t remember much else, but Ryan tells me we were on the ground for nearly three hours, before refueling and taking off again). I made the mistake of gambling on getting the isle seat next to Ryan and Nate – the plane was a 2-3-2 seating setup – and chose the middle seat in the middle row, hoping the person on the end would switch. I asked politely enough – “I’m flying from California, and had a hell of a time getting here, so sorry, but no,” she responded, politely enough in her staccato South African accent. Nate didn’t get out of his seat to stretch or pee for the entire flight over. It was after three in the afternoon local time by the time we got out of the airport and found the bus we were supposed to wait for that would take us into the city.
I don’t remember much else, but Ryan tells me we were on the ground for nearly three hours, before refueling and taking off again). I made the mistake of gambling on getting the isle seat next to Ryan and Nate – the plane was a 2-3-2 seating setup – and chose the middle seat in the middle row, hoping the person on the end would switch. I asked politely enough – “I’m flying from California, and had a hell of a time getting here, so sorry, but no,” she responded, politely enough in her staccato South African accent. Nate didn’t get out of his seat to stretch or pee for the entire flight over. It was after three in the afternoon local time by the time we got out of the airport and found the bus we were supposed to wait for that would take us into the city.
Trans-oceanic
airplane flights are not like time
travel. They are time travel, and I
don’t care what anyone else says. It took me twenty-three days – days – on a sailing boat to reach
Ireland from Canada last summer (ironically starting only a few hundred miles
from were we spent our little hiatus on the runway in St. John’s), constantly
in motion. We made it to Istanbul from New York – significantly further, in mileage – in
nine hours flight time. Time travel.
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“Ryan,
what Dave Matthew’s song am I thinking about right now?”
I
asked him this as soon as we got on the bus outside the airport and started
heading into the city. Through the haze, the skyline was littered with modern
business buildings and an abundance of ancient-looking towers, their tops
pointed to the sky, some of their walls crumbling and others layered with
scaffolds and in various states of repair. The towers belonged to the city's many mosques.
Without
hesitation – “Minarets” he said.
Ryan inside the Blue Mosque |
There
were more satellite dishes than mosques. The city is hilly – sometimes referred
to as the ‘City of Seven Hills,’ in fact – and from any one of them (there were
more than seven by my count), the vistas afforded through the haze showed every
housing building with dozens of them, on walls, in windows and attached
underneath balconies in various forms of disrepair. I’d guess that when one
needs replacing, the old one is not removed. There are a lot of people in this city.
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The Blue Mosque |
Nate
came outside to find me sitting on the sidewalk not sipping on my drink. In my head I wanted the hotel staff to think that I was just meeting someone there,
and my story went that I was actually staying somewhere else in the city and
was here for a visit. I kept trying not to look suspicious, but assume that
just by trying that I made it even worse (I needn’t have worried. Our total
bill – including the nuts from the minibar and the coffee at the lobby bar came
to 62 Turkish Lira – about 35 bucks).
Anyway
the mosque. I noticed it amongst the residential buildings across the street
when I was standing outside. People live ‘up’ from the street, not on it. The
houses are tall and skinny, and there are many many many of them. The city houses thirteen
million. Amongst those tall, slender, mostly run-down buildings stood the spire
of an ancient minaret, one that belonged to one of the cities 2,600-some-odd
active mosques. I noticed the loudspeakers underneath the
catwalk. In the room that afternoon we heard the Muslim call to prayer for the
first time.
“You
guys hear that?”
No shoes in the mosque. |
Five
times per day, beginning at five am, we heard that prayer.
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“You're
the only one who brought a suit coat.”
And
I only wore it for a few hours. Mia warned me that I would not get into any
‘nice’ places without proper shoes and a nice shirt, so I took my pinstripe
jacket because I couldn’t find the white one from my wedding. Nate and Ryan
guessed that I’d never go anywhere that required that kind of clothing anyway,
so they didn’t bother to bring there’s. So I was the only one wearing one when we
went out that first night looking for food and beverage (the boys did have on
ties). It was also the only night I wore my dress shoes – the rest of the
weekend was spent in my running shoes. We covered a lot of ground on foot in
three days.
Thursday was shortened for us thanks to our detour in Newfoundland. We were supposed to have arrived at something like nine in the morning, but didn’t make it into the city until nearly four in the afternoon.
The busride from the airport took us along the Sea of Marmara, where lots of tankers and container ships were anchored just offshore, closer than they appeared thanks to the haze, which I had trouble deciding whether it was just haze or pollution (probably both). Some of them looked overloaded, with only a few inches of waterline showing (I decided today on the way back to the airport to come home – I’m writing this on the plane, now somewhere over the UK – that they were not in fact overloaded, but actually sunk and aground). We passed also a few yacht marinas, with small powerboats and sailboats, and I thought that they looked a lot like the ‘lagom’ boats I see a lot in Stockholm, small but cozy, with little enclosures and inboard engines. The biggest sailing boat was about 40-feet, and several of them had varnished wooden cabinsides and appeared to be in immaculate condition, or maybe just appeared that way because the marinas themselves – really just some concrete piers inside a rock breakwater along the highway – seemed neglected. One of the breakwaters had a wooden powerboat perched atop it, just sitting there.
People washing for prayer outside the Blue Mosque |
Then we came into the city proper. I was jet-lagged and tired, but my eyes were open and I was a tourist again, really a tourist, gazing bug-eyed out the window as we passed things absolutely unfamiliar to me. At one stage the road, a four-lane highway, divided and ran between the arches of a Roman aqueduct that I later learned had been built in the fourth century. That’s in the 300’s sometime. Holy moly.
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This
trip was born, I think, in part by Nate and Ryan coming to Sweden for my wedding
last summer. They are my two best friends in the world. I think Nate got bitten
the hardest by the travel bug, and asked me on the phone sometime in July if
I’d meet him in Istanbul in the spring. Um, okay. He had an iPad app that told
him the city was the farthest point from State College that he could travel on
a direct flight and for five hundred dollars. The three of us had a three-way
phone call that same weekend and chatted for over an hour like teenage girls.
We decided to make traveling an annual tradition since we only see each other
once or twice a year. We used to live together in college – Ryan and I shared
bunk beds, and he constantly listened to the Killers, a band I hated at first (probably because they were on that show, The OC, which I also hated), but now enjoy. The Killers are in fact one of my favorite bands, and we have some good memories with their music, mostly from in the car, stored away somewhere.
A man at the Grand Bazaar. I bought some stuff from his shop. |
I
knew nothing of Istanbul prior to this trip. I shouldn’t say that. I knew it was
straddled between Europe and Asia (I didn’t know the Bosphorous was technically
a straight). I knew that it used to
be called Constantinople (and had the They Might be Giants song in my head all
weekend). I knew also that it was once called Byzantium. I knew it was mostly
Muslim, and I think I knew that the Blue Mosque was there. I didn’t know that it’s a
practice of Islam to pray five times per day. I knew that they made the call to
prayer from the minarets, but I didn’t expect the calls to be so moving and so mysterious
and so exotic. I knew that Turkey was partly on the Mediterranean, but I didn’t
know that Istanbul itself was on the Sea of Marmara (which I incorrectly
assumed was the Med on the busride from the airport) and actually a long way north from the Med. I also didn’t know that
Istanbul was also on the Black Sea to the north. I knew the city was big, but I
didn’t know it was thirteen million people big. That was about all I knew. I
had no assumptions about anything other than that I assumed I’d be a tourist
for three days and would not be ashamed of that. I wore my camera around my
neck a lot.
I
didn’t know that the city had a subway system (for some reason I assumed it
wouldn’t, being old and feeling somewhat third-worldy in places – and decidedly
first-worldy in others). I also didn’t know that the city had an underground
funicular train that negotiated a couple of the hills it's built on. We quickly
learned the public transport system, and by experience, having walked into –
after paying a token for a subway ride – and immediately out of the first
station we got to, having to pay twice for our first ride.
We
made our way first to the Blue Mosque and the Grand Bazaar (which I did not
know about). It was after three by the time we got to the area. We slept until
eleven thirty the first morning, not thinking to set an alarm, and again lost
another half day. But the point was not to rush, and it didn’t really matter in
the end.
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