Day
4 Istanbul (25/3)
So here comes our final day in Istanbul. Yet, there was no
glimpse or even a mere shadow of the sought-after KFC restaurant. I was imagining
myself licking my fingers when I would finally find it (don’t mind this. It was
a year since I had my last plate of KFC’s OR fried chickens). But there were
plenty of MCDees and Burger Kings. So in the end, my friends and I just came
with a rather very conclusive conclusion that Turkish people love healthy food
(no dripping oily fried food) but they much prefer roasted, toasted, or char
grilled delicacies like kebabs. I won’t blame them if they opt for health
instead of worldly satisfaction (fine…=\).
So back to the primary intention for this post, on the fourth
day we finally…alhamdulillah we FINALLY made it to Ayasofya and the Blue
Mosque. Yay! Okay we’d been taking pictures from far. I’ve been admiring
those two structures since I was small and today was the day. We figured that it might be better
to go to Ayasofya first since we did not want to end up queuing underneath the
bright sunlight (the temperature was almost 25 degrees. Go figure! I am an ice
queen, remember?). So the decision was made and we entered the place with
easiness.
see that Virgin Mary and Baby Jesus?
Legend has it. In truth, the so-called Ayasofya was a rebuild. The
first Ayasofya was rammed and burned down due to a riot during the ancient time and
it was later rebuilt during the Byzantine’s time (correct me if I’m wrong. I’m
just writing according to the story told by my friend). Ayasofya when it was
built was said to be one of the most aesthetically appealing wonder that was
ever built and it was said that it even managed to out match the beauty of the
Solomon Temple and that people had an effigy of King Solomon erected looking at
Ayasofya in awed. But too bad, such effigy no longer existed (maybe it’s looted
during the riot? We never know). Ayasofya was in the first place a cathedral.
It was then converted into a mosque and later on was restored and turned into a
museum during Ataturk’s reign. No praying was allowed in this place be that
you’re Muslim, Christian or someone who practices Judaism.
As the legend says, Ayasofya was certainly mind-blowing. All this
while, I could only dream of going into it. I remembered when I first saw Ayasofya’s
interior in the Malcolm X movie starring Denzel Washington in which he
prostrated inside of it as he received his moment of enlightenment. Ayasofya
was a unique union of two religions and arts. I could see that there was an
attempt for removing those Christian frescoes inside of the building but wondrously, the picture of Virgin Mary and Baby Jesus was retained.
i think what this uncle's selling were the handmade caramel candies. he'll roll the sticky sugary stuff and harden it using lemon juice (Chemical reaction)
As promised, we set to Sultan Ahmet Camii or better known as the
Blue Mosque. This mosque was built by the order of Sultan Ahmet whose tomb
could be seen before you reach the mosque. He was 27 when he passed away. It
was said that when the mosque was designed, the Sultan asked it to be in gold
(Altin) but what the architect heard was (Alti=six). Hence, this mosque
had six minarets instead of the normal 4 (just an assumption). And this mosque
was built to contend the beauty of Ayasofya that’s just metres away from it.
The mosque's interior was in blue and it’s façade was in ivory.
the Blue Mosque
inside of the Blue Mosque
That was all for that day. We agreed to drop Basilica Cistern from
our places to visit list since we’re short of money (save it for shopping).
However, a bit of what it was. Basilica Cistern was one of the oldest underground
watering systems (a cistern) that laid dormant below the busy streets of
Istanbul. It was constructed during the Byzantine’s era. I don’t know how to
describe the place but based on my previous experience as a gamer. In
Castlevania: Curse of Darkness, you’ll have to pass through a watery place with
perpendicular pillars. It’s eerily dark and mad mermans will attack you from
every corner. That’s the kind of place what Basilica Cistern was.
Late that evening we go aboard a ferry to Bursa. Tell you what.
The ferry looked nothing like the ordinary ferries we have in Malaysia. Aye!
Aye! Captain! Ughhh but I was sea-sicked. Seemed that my years of studying in
Langkawi were meaningless.
Day 5
Bursa-Ankara-Cappadocia (26/3)
Too bad. We did nothing more than walking out from the bus station
of Bursa and Ankara. Due to time constraint, we had to skip Bursa and we just
got to Bursa (a Shangrila for shoppaholics) via the luxury ferry and took a bus to Ankara. Bad luck came
attacking again and this time in terms of bus tickets. The earliest tickets
that we’d take us to the next destination, Cappadocia was scheduled at 10 am and the
journey would take us about 4 hours. We had no idea how to spend our 2 hours at the Ankara’s bus station but just to have a short
promenade to and fro the departure and the arrival gates of the bus station.
However, in order not to disappoint any of you. I’ll tell you
about some of the facts that you should know when you’re in Ankara. Alright so
Ankara is the capital city of Turkey and it was pretty cold when we were there.
The capital city of Turkey was shifted from Istanbul to Ankara as requested by
Ataturk. A brief history on the life of
Ataturk: He’s a brilliant student but when he was small though forced by his
parents, he’s pretty reluctant to attend his religious school. He then had his
education at a military school whereby he secretly joined an underground
movement to bring down the caliph who during that time known for being an
unscrupulous leader. It was told later he gained support from the people
of Turkey when he had managed to rescue Turkey from being invaded by an enemy. As
a result, the last caliph was overthrown and Turkey was turned into a republic and up until today practices secularism. Okay that’s that. Thus, by 10 am we got on the bus to
Cappadocia without realizing we just had made a terrible mistake! (the advanced tickets we bought to Konya were on the wrong date).
Unlike Malaysia and even the UK, the buses in Turkey have stewards
and they will serve you drinks. Name it. Hot drinks, juice, or even plain water
– just request for any of it and you will have it served on your small foldable table. And what’s more, you’ll have a teevee with local channels fixed in front
of your seat. Awesomest moment was really awesome.
they have teevees and a cute kid too XD
Even so, one bad thing that has been viable in Turkey
and even in my own country is the inability for people to get in line. This
habit is unreasonably set as secondary and not inculcated perhaps even from the
very beginning of one’s birth. People choose not to queue and put on poker face
almost most of the time. This scenario started to stir my blood since
I’m so used to stand in a row and wait patiently for my turn (like a sir) or
else I’ll receive acidic additional commentaries following my back.
Cappadocia was situated at the most hilliest part of Turkey where
you can see hollow hills with indentions and small gaps like windows and doors
peeking at you abashedly. The place was cool and kind of gloomy as we reached
there almost at 4 pm. The first thing we did when we arrived at the Goreme bus
station was to ask ourselves: How on earth can we ever find our hotel amidst
these identical hills and barren (a ghost town since it’s evening)
place. Luckily there’s a good Samaritan and he had helpfully provided us with a
very accurate direction to the hotel. Amazingly, his English was good. I concur
it must be because Goreme is a famous
tourist spot (it’s one of the world's heritages). And we had a great time
escorted by the brave knight of the pets – a stray dog. =( We were freaked out
but tried to look calm. The dog didn’t attack us but we’re just panic. What a
shame!
the good old dog
We check-in to our hotel and the view was scenic!!!!!
just the view from the top of our hotel
Day 6 Goreme,
Cappadocia (27/3)
Ahahaha what a day. You see almost half of us woke up late in
spite of the athan for morning prayer from the nearest mosque (okay, this is
one of the things that I like in Turkey! Athan. How I miss athan =) ahhhh how I
miss Malaysia). We had our breakfast which was done in buffet! Wohooo!!! So six
slices of salami for me. Yummy. Okay one thing for sure, most of the food in
Turkey is insya-Allah halal. I think I’d offended someone when I asked whether all the food
served halal. Sorry!!! I was trying to clear my doubt =\.
Turkish breakfast served with apple tea
At 9 a.m. Mr. Fatih, who’s going to be our tour
guide of the day came to pick us up with his driver Mr. Ismail in a white Mercedes
Mini Bus. Just for the record, I’d never been into an expensive vehicle like
this one. Not even the nearest – Toyota Estima. I was super excited when the
door opened on its own! I know. Facepalm. The price offered for this one day
tour was really reasonable. I mean for this kind of transportation and Mr.
Fatih who’s really friendly (now, we’re just bunch of youngsters who embodied
adults) and he was really patient when we kept on bugging him with ridiculous
questions.
The first place that he took us was the underground
village. If you can imagine the size of a hobbit, then you have successfully
imagined how the place looks like. It is like the place where the elves (LADY
ERWIN!!! WOOT!!) live in Lord of The Rings but it was designed in such a way
only to fit people of the size of a hobbit. Luckily I’m just 159 cm tall and I could
easily creep into the tunnel. The place was a little bit like the tunnels in
the Vietnam War but it was well ventilated. You have the loos, chapels, storage
and even wineries. I think these ancient people were the cavemen but from the
size of them maybe it sounded rather unreasonable but who knows? Or maybe due
to malnutrition (calcium deficiency) that caused their bodies to shrink. These ‘hobbits’
lived in this place temporarily, only when they tried to run away from enemies.
They won’t stay in this limbo for the rest of their lives of course!
it's kind of dark. see that doughnut like stone? it's a door. one that always appears on movies like the Indiana Jones
Next, we passed a place called the Pigeon Valley, passed the great
white mountains and drove on steep slopes until we reached a place called the
Arts Centre (not that Warwick Arts Centre). Here, Mr Fatih provided us with two
options or three? We could either continue with a Carpet Making Factory or Gem
Stones small exhibition. Girls will always be girls and we unanimously voted
for the gem stones. Here, a lady explained to us how to tell between a paste turquoise
and the real turquoise. So you might be wondering why she kept on talking about
turquoise. Another fact: Turquoise is the official gem stone for Turkey. If you
have diamonds from Africa, so turquoise is from Turkey and the name itself kind
of rhyme with Turkey. And owh don’t be shocked if you find too many ‘evil eye’
kind of talismans in Turkey. It’s just a superstition where they
believe that like the Irish shamrock, these talismans will bring good luck and
avert evil from their wearers ¬¬.
'evil eye' talismans, Turkish lamp and panoramic view of Goreme
Opppsss slow down, actually before we went to the Arts Centre, we
had a wonderful time at a place with many hills that resemble poles that wear
mushroom hats called ‘Fairy Chimney’ (at first I heard Ferry Chimney.
Pronunciation…Arghhhhhh). Up to this date, this place always gets me to
thinking how amazing the creation of Allah is. I mean just look at Turkey.
There’s one part is so urbanized but at the same time, there’s this sort of
place, sanctuary-liked and calming. All in the same country. You have hot
Istanbul but you can also have cold crisp Ankara or a mixture of both in
Goreme. Masya-Allah!
is it a stone or is it a rabbit?
Turkish ice-cream. You really should try this.
Next, we’re taken to a restaurant for our lunch. In Cappadocia,
one of the most famous food that you must try is the ‘claypot’ kebab (but I had croquette instead. Hahahaha). The food was costly but there’s no harm
in satisfying your gastronomic craving. And with a satisfying lunch, we headed
to a family run pottery shop where we’re being shown how a plate was made from scratch. All the potteries are filthy expensive but there’re some which
are sold at reasonable price but I chose not to buy any (stingy Lala is always stingy) =P.
the man's in the process of making a plate. it would take weeks before the plate could be used (drying and painting)
these things are used to store and serve wine during the ancient time
some dangling decorations
owls, ducks and kittehsss!!!
Okay buckle up to the final place. It’s called the Open Air
Museum. Actually, this place used to be a pilgrimage spot for the Christians
(sort of things). There’re few chapels inside of the caves built thousands of
years ago and still exist till today. There’re many chapels in here since the
caves aren’t strong enough to be carved into churches or they might collapse.
You could see some evident of cracks. Mr. Fatih told us some stories behind those
drawings or frescos (from Islam’s POV =)). So he said that many years ago. The Christians weren't allowed to draw living things just like in Islam but then they only started
drawing living things recently maybe after years of the death of Jesus. This
explained why some of the old chapels only have drawings of crosses and flowers
instead of the usual drawings of Jesus being crucified as such.
the Open Air Museum
There’s a
chapel named after a lady. She was the first martyr in Christendom. A wicked
king fell in love with her but she didn’t want to marry him (I think this fact
is arguable) so she asked for help from God and God turned her into an old man.
That’s why in one of the paintings in the chapel had the appearance of a ‘bishonen’
old man. Okay if we have Sumayyah in Islam, then the Christians have this lady.
I really revere their piety and how strong their wills to fight in the name of
God. Sigh…why can't I be the littlest like them?
Finally a day ended without any incessant question: 'Are we Malaysians?' XD
Oh yeah, here's the link to the awesome tour company. I really recommend it to you.
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