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Posted inEurope Portugal

Children of the Corn Meets the Shining

Well, we made it to Fatima. The bus ride was very pleasant; about an hour and a half through rolling pastures and vineyards. That ends the pleasant part of the day.

We checked into our hotel, which was basic, as we expected (there are not any charming accommodations in Fatima). Our hotel is very 1970s, but very clean and walking distance to everything we wanted to see. The only thing is, what we wanted to see was a bit of a disappointment.

The story about Fatima is that 1917 three little kids saw the virgin Mary in a tree and over time the spot has become one of the most important holy sights for Catholics. There is a large and lovely, albeit rather sterile church, overlooking an immense square where crowds gather for festivals and Pope sightings. Some people, apparently so overcome with religious devotion (i.e. insanity) approach the church on their knees from hundreds of feet away. It is interesting, but not really moving, as I have found other religious sites to be. We saw three women on their knees, making their way awkwardly towards the church. It just looked silly.

The square outside the church is just a concrete expanse that looked more like a skateboard park than a shrine. The only thing that i enjoyed was the opportunity to buy large candles, wax body parts and wax children and burn them in what we can only assume is some sort of offering to god. (They even had wax breasts!)

The rest of the town is just a collection of gaudy religious souvenir shops, which we did enjoy, but you can only look at so many 4 foot tall glow-in-the-dark Virgin Marys before it becomes tedious.

There we a few unappealing restaurants and several uninspiring 1960s hotels, but that is about it. The really odd thing is that there were very few people. Outside of the church, the town was somewhat deserted. It was like Children of the Corn.

This morning we got up early to catch a bus and when we descended into the hotel lobby, we could find no one. No one at the desk, no one in the restaurant, no one in the halls. We tried to exit, but found much to our horror, that we were locked in!! I was about to climb out a window when the desk clerk found us and set us free.

Today has been a vast improvement. We are presently in Tomar, a charming Medieval era town on a river about an hour from Fatima. The streets are delightful, there are numerous churches and sites of historical interest. This morning we strolled through an outdoor market, sampling fresh bread, cheese and strawberries. We then visited the Convent of Christ, a 12thC convent & castle on a hill and had lunch off the town square. There are a few more places we plan to check out before catching a bus back to Fatima.

Tomorrow we catch a train north to Coimbra.

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Posted on 6 May 09
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Posted inEurope Portugal

Of All the Gin Joints…

We started our morning with yet another fabulous breakfast at our hotel followed by a morning stroll and…liquor! That’s right it was not yet 11am when Betty Lou and i had our first drink! We walked back down to the Rossio Square to see what it was like on a non-Sunday (lively and bustling) and we happened by this little hole in the wall bar. I use the word ‘bar’ loosely however, as all it is is an opening the size of a small walk-in closet with a bar, a bartender and several bottles of red liquid. The place is called Ginjinha and it has been there for about 150 years serving only one drink to locals buy single shots of this boozy concoction and drink it standing outside. We had to indulge. I heard it called gin, but it is sort of a cherry brandy; not offensive, but far too sweet for my liking. Betty Lou thought it pleasant and clinked glasses with the local men. I know it was early for drinking, but it had to be 5:00 somewhere, right?

After that, much of the rest of the day was spent exploring. We went to the ruins of a medieval church and had lunch on a cafe patio on the square, but mostly we just walked.

I really can’t explain how fascinating the streets are. These super narrow alleys, lined with buildings that were once brightly painted, but are now mostly faded and peeling, while others are tiled in exuberant colors and patterns. Many of the street are quite shabby looking and seem almost desolate, but then you turn a corner and there is a charming and unexpected hole in the wall restaurant or vegetable market. And have we mentioned the laundry? Strings of drying clothes hang from every window like streamers for a parade. Simply delightful.

Anyway, we are basically done with Lisbon and are ready to head to Sintra, which we will do in the morning.
Tchau.

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Posted on 4 May 09
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Posted inEurope Portugal

Vasco de Gama

Today we ventured out of our neighborhood, down several steep flights of stairs to the Baixa & Avenida districts. These areas are much more conventionally European looking, compared to the pseudo medieval Alfama. We meandered around grand squares featuring fountains and tall statues of men on horseback serving as impressive perches for flocks of pigeons.
The squares were lined by cafes and shops, however, as it is Sunday, all of the shops were closed (except curiously for the stores selling underpants).

We took a bright yellow funicular up to the Barrio Alto district where we went to the Sao Roque church as a service was getting underway. We went back down by taking the 100 year old Elevator de Santa Justica, a frilly, metal sort-of free standing elevator.
We had coffee on Rua Augusta, which is a wide, pedestrian street with outdoor cafes running down the centre. (Sort of like South Beach´s Lincoln Road.) After that we perused some artwork being sort on the street and Betty Lou picked up a splendid watercolor painting.

me in Rossio Sq

We took a tram to another area – Belem – which was extremely lively with restaurants, a great antique flea market and lots of pedestrians and tourists roaming around in the nearly 30 degree sunshine. The reason for going to this area was to visit the Mosterio dos Jeronimos, a stunning monatstery\cloisters and church where Vasco de Gama is entombed. (Betty Lou and i must admit that Vasco de Gama is pretty much the only famous Portugese person we could name prior to coming here.) The courtyard in the cloisters was lovely and we laid on the grass in the sunshine until the heat became too much for us.

The ride back was less pleasant as it was a tram crammed with hot, sweaty bodies, but it got us back to Rua Augusta where we had a great meal. Now we are both exhausted. It will be an early night.
Time is running short on the internet, so i will just say Good Night.

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Posted on 3 May 09
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Portugal: Arrival

Bom Dia from Lisboa!

We arrived yesterday in the late afternoon. We are staying at a lovely (fancy) hotel in the Alfama district, which is a tangle of hilly, cobblestones streets winding up steep hills to a Castle and to our hotel which is just outside the castle walls. We have spectacular views.
Last night we went for a walk and had dinner at a little outdoor eatery where we listened to Fado.

We shared wine – Vinho Verde – with a table of drunken Japanese girls from Spain. It was a perfect evening.

Now a new day and adventures to come.

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Posted on 2 May 09
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Posted inEurope Turkey

Photos from Turkey

As I am sure you all know, I did return from Turkey, somewhat reluctantly. My last night was spent on the roof of a hostel, smoking nargile, sitting on cushions and listening to this amazing French/Turkish band until about midnight.
The trip home was looooonngg. For those of you who don’t know, there is a leather bondage gear store at the Munich airport. You’ve got to love the Germans.

Anyway, I have uploaded some photos here, mostly so that far away people (like my sister) can see them.
Thanks for following along.

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Posted on 1 September 08
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Return to Istantinople

I have returned! Yesterday ı caught a noon flıght from Kayseri to Istanbul. Whıle waıtıng to board the aırplane ı ran ınto the couple from Boston (the two Harvard law students) that had been stayıng at my hotel ın Istanbul. They had left Istanbul before ı dıd and went on a cruıse and we somehow ended up on the same flıght, whıch was a pleasant surprıse.

Back ın Istanbul ı checked ın at my new hotel: the Kybele Hotel. Oh bliss! It ıs so beautıful! It ıs a charmıng, tıny hotel crammed wıth antıques and turkısh charm. Imagıne ıf a lıttle Englısh granny turned her house ınto a Turkısh harem and you have my hotel. The ceılıng everywhere ıs hung wıth colored Turkısh lanterns – 14,000 ın all. It has a lovely parlor and a small lıbrary wıth cushıons and carpets to sıt on, a rooftop garden and a sıdewalk cafe. My room ıs a tıny bıt of heaven, and from my small balcony ı can see the Aya Sophıa.

I went for a walk, dıd some serıous shoppıng and hagglıng at the grand bazaar and had a nap. Later ı had dınner on the sıdewalk, seated on cushıons and chattıng wıth a fellow from Germany.

After walkıng a bıt more ı went back to the Sultan Cafe (the place where ı had gone nearly every nıght to smoke nargıle) and vısıted wıth the staff and eventually smoked and hung out wıth a couple of boys from France. They ınvısted me to the dıscotheque, but ı declıned ın favor of retırıng to my cozy room for a bıt of readıng (ı found a tattered copy of ‘Howards End’ at my last hotel) before sleep.

Today so far: breakfast and a cup of tea wıth the proprıetor of my prevıous hotel (the Bonjour Guesthouse) who had ınvıted me to return.

Presently ı am ın Taksim, an area ın Istanbul where most of the European and Western shops and cafes are. It ıs a nıce area, but ıt defınıtely feels lıke ‘any cıty Europe’ rather than Istanbul.
Ramadan starts on 1 September and preparatıons are ın full swıng; there ıs defınıtely a festıval atmosphere ın the aır and the streets have been hung wıth gıant Turkısh flags and pıctures of Attaturk (who ı have to say was a pretty stylısh guy).

From here ı plan to let the day unfold before me wıthout any plannıng. I am not partıcularly lookıng forward to returnıng home, except for the fact that ı am cravıng Amerıcan coffee, sushı and CNN –

I haven’t seen the news sınce Obama made the announcement about Bıden and curıosıty ıs startıng to get to me. I can defıntely see returnıng to Turkey. It ıs just amazıng here and ı feel lıke ı have barely begun to experıence all there ıs to see and do. Perhaps a future trıp wıth a certaın mother….?

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Posted on 30 August 08
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Volare

Why Volare? Because everyone on my balloon thıs mornıng was Italıan.

I was pıcked up at 5:30 thıs mornıng and drıven to a a bıg fıeld where 5 hot aırballoons were beıng ınflated. It was really somethıng to see – ı had no ıdea they were so huge! Whıle the balloon were readıed, we all had tea and buscuıts. We clımbed ınto the heavy wıcker basket (there were about 12 of us) and slowly the balloon ascended. It was so gentle, you can scarcely notıce that you have left the ground.

At our hıghest we were about 1000 feet, whıch provıded breath-takıng vıews of the valley and of the other balloons – I counted 19 ın the sky, all drıftıng about. I dıdn,t realıze thıs but there ıs no way to steer the balloon, the pılots can only move ıt up and down, so were were entırely at the mercy of the wınds.

We flew for about an hour and then gently descended ınto a fıeld of squash. Once were were on terra fırma, were each had a glass of champagne and were presented wıth our flıght certfıcates (apparently these are balloonıng tradıtıons).


Now ı am back at the hotel, about to have tea and breakfast on the terrace.

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Posted on 29 August 08
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Wandering Underground

Today was my last full day in Cappadocia. Today i visited Agikarahan, which is a 13th century caravansary (a place where the caravan would stop for the night on their way along the silk road between Istanbul and China). It had walls and sleeping quarters, stables for the camels and a tiny mosque in the centre, which is accessible by a narrow strip of jagged stone stairs on the outside of the mosque.This structure is still basically in the middle of nowhere and it is easy to imagine seeking refuge there.

After that, we went on a hike through Ihlara canyon, along a stream, between high cliffs. I saw some lizards and a rather shabby looking donkey. After an hour or so we stopped at a village and had a delicious lunch on a low platform on stilts over the water, where we sat on cushions and enjoyed the breeze. (The weather here really is lovely. It is very very hot, but as it is a desert, it is wonderfully cool in the mornings and evenings and there is not the oppressive humidity of the coast.)
We then went to Derinkuyu, one of 35 underground cities in the region. These cities – originally built for protection from invaders – were begun about 5,000 years ago. They are incredible! The one we visited had 8 levels and goes down 80 meters. There are air shafts so deep that one cannot see the bottom, there are kitchens and living quarters, wine-making rooms, churches and endless tunnels and staircases. Most of the passageways are very narrow and tiny, such that when walking through them, even the shortest people must stoop over. We could not see the whole thing of course, but spent about an hour exploring with flashlights. How these things were built is incomprehensible.

I then returned to my room (of which i have quickly become very fond, as it is so cozy) and had a sleep, after which i went for a walk. I had dinner at the same place i went to yesterday. It is a delightful little restaurant. I ate and then sat and smoked and chatted with the family that runs it. Two of the men sat with me and played Sufi music, one on the saz and the other baglama (sort of long-necked lutes). It was a perfect evening.

Now i shall go home and sleep, as i must get up very early. I am being picked up at 5:30am for my hot air balloon ride. After that i shall eat breakfast on the terrace of my hotel and then head to the airport, as i return to Istanbul tomorrow – from a town of 2,000 to a city of at least 12,000,000.
Good night.

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Posted on 28 August 08
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The Caves and The Turtle

This morning i woke up just after 5am to the loudest call to prayer ever. I couldn’t fall back asleep. Just as the sun came up i looked out my window and saw nine hot air balloons floating above the valley! It was quite lovely. I will be on one of those balloons on Friday morning.

Today i was on a tour of the rock valley. It is a little group of people – about six. I usually don’t do tours, but as with Ephesus, it would be difficult for me to see all of the things any other way. Here, all of these locations are spread out in the countryside, so a tour was the best option.
We visited a number of valleys where the paths were lined by the sorts of towering rock formations that i described in yesterday’s entry. We also visited the actual cave houses, cave churches, and cave monasteries. They are amazing! They were built/carved beginning in the 10th Century and were inhabited until 1952, when the Turkish government moved them into houses after earthquakes destabilized many of the rocks. The dwellings they built are mind boggling – there are houses with every sort of room conceivable, churches with columns and frescoes, elaborate staircases and winding tunnels that go deep inside the mountains. Some of the dwellings are part way up the side of cliffs; now there are stairs constructed, but back “in the day” the residents would have scaled the wall using handholds. It is truly unlike anything i have ever seen. We had lunch and visited more of the same – rocks and rock dwellings.

I had two animal encounters today. At one point i got too close to a camel and when i turned my back on it, it tried to bite me. The other occurred when we were driving and there was a large-ish turtle crossing the busy street. I expressed concern for the turtle – not wanting to see it get squashed. Our driver stopped the van, ran into the street, picked up the turtle, brought it back to the vehicle and handed it to me. I held this turtle for about 20 minutes until we reached a good place to deposit it. The creature was quite adorable, but he did (understandably) get frustrated with being held for so long and began kicking his little legs. It was at this point that he urinated on me. I was able to clean up right away, but as i have only one pair of trousers for this trip (and they, like the rest of my clothes are beginning to smell), i was not delighted at having this occur. My displeasure was outweighed by knowing that we saved the turtle from a certain fate in the road. The last i saw of him, he was moving slowly but with great determination into a patch of yellow squash.

My favorite quote from today came when i was listening to a carpet seller explain how the colors in the carpets are made. He explained that they use only natural dyes, using onion skins for yellow, lice blood for red and tobacco for the browns. He said, “You can see that tobacco is not only good for the lungs, but it also make good color.”
On that note, i think i shall go smoke.
d

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Posted on 27 August 08
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Cappadocia

Today i flew from Izmir to Kayseri (via Istanbul) and took an hour bus ride to Göreme, in Cappadocia, where i will be for about 3 days. The drive here was incredible – nothing but farmland and dry hills, patches of yellow melons, sunflowers and corn. I saw horses and donkeys, goats and cows. As we approached Göreme, the landscape became dryer and weirder.

I can’t really describe it except to say that it looks like it is from another planet. The rocks jut out from the earth in a variety of shapes: cones, jagged shards, shitake mushroom and white asparagus. Into the large conical ones are carved rooms and windows. There are caves carved into every rock face that will support it. I honestly sat open mouthed in sheer wonder as we drove into the town. I have never seen anything like it. The town is very small: about two streets with restaurants and shops (obviously catering to tourists) and the rest is just residential and farmland. If it weren’t for the extraordinary landscape that brings the travellers, this town would be a ghost town. As it is, many of the houses in the town are very shabby, with rough stones for walls and roofs of sticks and tin. Men drive through the streets on tractors and donkeys and carts with their produce on display. I LOVE it here.

I am staying at the Sato Cave Hotel and my room is carved out of the rock – that said, it is not entirely rustic, as it has plumbing and electricity (but no AC). They gave me a room for three people, so ıt ıs huge and ı have an enormous bed. The rooftop of my hotel has a terrace with a fabulous view. This is where they serve breakfast in the morning. The hotel also has a pigeon coop. I am not sure why.

I will spend the next two days visiting the rock valley and the underground cities.
It is so amazing here. I cannot wait for tomorrow.

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Posted on 26 August 08
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