Wednesday, 28 October 2009

At the Turkish-Syrian border

On the way to Syria, me and a couple of other guys that I met almost caused a homicidal mess in the border town of Antakya (aka Antioch). Like any border towns, this one is as dusty, swarmed with touts, and have an atmosphere of being nowhere. A black market currency exchange guy came up to us and offered an excellent rate, hence siphoning the opportunity from his competitor, a legit guy. The legit guy cried foul and started to abuse the black market guy. Once we got our money changed, we let them be. But within minutes, the arguments became physical - the two started to push each other. The legit guy went into his shop to return only with a knife ready to plunge it into the black market guy. In a matter of seconds, whole community of touts, bus drivers and bypassers intervened and rescued both of them from themselves. Nothing happened apart from them two exchanging vicious abuses - but from a healthy distance.

This is where freemarket economics makes perfect sense. We had the best deals for absolutely everything. The competition was fierce, all we had to do was to make a gesture of displeasure and we get a price reduction. In the end we paid next to nothing for bus tickets and other things. Not sure whether I should be proud of myself.

And then it's the Syrian border checkpoint. I was slightly anxious because I was one of the only three in the bus who didn't have a visa applied beforehand. All the horror stories picked up from travellers sure didn't make it any better. As it turned out, it was a piece of cake for me. Malaysians get free entry to Syria and no other questions apart from a smiling "Ahlan wasahlan". Whereas the Kiwi and the Aussie who were with me at the time had to pay a hefty USD100 for entry. Years of having to deal with hassles of all sorts from a lot of countries I visited before, I felt like the Malaysian passport had finally became useful!

For once the bright red passport was viewed with envy.

Capadoccia, Central Turkey


The view from my hostel's terrace. Absulotely surreal.

From Istanbul I took an overnight bus to Goreme in the famous Capadoccia region in Central Turkey. It was actually a spontaneous decision that I made when I realised that I actually stayed longer than I should in Istanbul. I was behind my schedule. Left Istanbul with a heavy heart because I was really getting comfortable there. But the journey had to continue or else I'd miss my flight from Cairo.

One of the hundreds of hidden and forgotten dwellings that dots the landscape.

Apparently just a generation ago, men who wish to attract a bride must be able to lure a pigeon into one of these pigeon houses.

On the bus I met two Brazillians from Sao Paolo who made the torturous journey seem quick and pleasant. We spent a great many hours just talking and laughing (when everyone else was trying to get some sleep). I was inspired by their joie de vivre attitude to life (they lost their luggages, almost missed their flight to Istanbul etc. but they were more amused than worried about it). Reminded me of Elina who in the same way exudes the kind of infectious optimism. Also Usman had he been there, he'd launched into a lecture on spontaneity and how I'm such a stress head.

The Goreme Open Air Museum


That's my cave-room! A DEN.
Capadoccia is famous for its cave townships and surreal landscape. Some of the towns here were carved literally out of the rock formations creating a unique sci-fi otherworldly place. The history of the region is complex and vague which adds to the intrigue. The frescoes in the cave-churches echoes the ancient cave temples/synagogues of Western China (Gansu and Xinjiang). I wonder whether there's any relationship between them.
I really enjoyed my visit here. Met an American guy and we ended up renting a scooter. It was great to explore this area with the scooter because we stopped at some of the abandoned cave cities along the road where there were no tourists. But when it gets windy, the dust was unbearable. Anyone going to Cappadocia should do the scooter!

Sunday, 25 October 2009

Where can I find good internet connection!!??

Hey everyone. I haven't been able to update this blog for a while mainly because I can't find a place with good internet connection. In Turkey it was quite difficult to access certain websites and looks like it's the same in Syria. Oh yea, Syria! I'm in Damascus now. From Istanbul I took a bus to Capadoccia in central Turkey and then from there I made my way to the border town of Antakya. I've stayed in Aleppo, Syria for a 3 days and totally loved it. Now I'm in my second day in the fabled city of Damascus. Im updating the blog now. So watch this space.

Tuesday, 20 October 2009

Istanbul

I thought of Istanbul as perhaps a sort of a triumphal arch or a great ancient monument to mark the beginning of the East. It's so beautiful it was painful to leave. Entering from Greece, I was taken by the awesome scale and grandeur. Its geographic location accentuates this feeling - the Bosphorus splits the continent into Europe and Asia and the seven hills (just like Rome and Sheffield maybe!) are crowned by magnificent domes of the Ottoman and Byzantine days. Staring into the busy waterway, I felt like this was where the energy of this city reveals itself - the constant movement of people, goods, ships, as well as the sounds and clattering from the vehicles, commerce and kebab shops. It's one of those scenes that stops you and makes you feel alive.
The clamour of commerce by the Bosphorus.

The Blue Mosque - the most elegant mosque I've been to. Makes the modern ones in Malaysia looks outdated.

History had been greatly generous to this city. Being the capital city of two most advanced civilisations of its time meant that Istanbul is well-endowed with monuments that rival any of that in Rome and Greece. My favourite was definitely the Hagia Sofia. I've read so much about it and to finally be there inside its vast central space was surreal. Damaged even before the Ottoman conquest, it's now only a shell of its former glory. The restoration works have revealed some of the golden mosaics that have been plastered over so its former grandeur wasn't completely gone - I could still imagine how over the top this building once was.

Hagia Sophia.
Only a shell of its former glory.

One of the most interesting mosaics I've seen. On the right is the Empress, heiress to the throne who married about six times (I think..) so the face of the Emperor and his name on the scroll held by the Empress had to changed everytime. In her last marriage she was like 60 or something like that but in the mosaic she remained a youthful queen.
I love the atmospheric corridors in the Hagia Sophia.
Mosques in Istanbul are an inescapable sight. When the muezzins all over the city call the azan, the city's European credentials willingly evaporated. You can easily forget you're in a city that prides itself as European, although this might come back to you once the azan stops. It really is quite European. Most Istanbulites are very European, and I don't mean it in the superficial way like how they're adopting the Western dress sense. It's something more than that. Alcohol for example is part of the urban culture, perhaps even Turkish culture. Religion is viewed with the same skepticism, if not sneer, so evident in the West.
Fishing on the bridge is a 24-hour hobby in Istanbul.
Taksim - the decidedly European side of Istanbul
In many ways it's similar to Kuala Lumpur (and the Klang Valley cities). Both cities are Western-oriented cities with shiny modern buildings and shopping malls. Both claims and pursue the Western dreams and aspirations. But despite that self-belief, the reality is that they are inescapably very Eastern. In KL for example, walking through the older districts you'd see the beautiful chaotic markets of distinct to Asian cities. The baju kurung, Friday prayer traffic jams and the saris are like undercurrents of the subconscious rebellion against the Westernisation process. In Istanbul, it is pretty much that.

My visit to the Istanbul Modern Art Museum confirmed my suspicion. Here in the bastion of the elite cultural life, the message is simple - we Turks are Europeans. Apart from a painting depicting a scene of religious festival (no more than as a manifestation of the many Eastern superstitions), the paintings are all scenes from the lives of the Europeanised upper and middle classes. But a walk through even the most European area like Taksim, you'd feel the ambience of the East, the flavours and spices absent in the West, scents from nargileh bars and Turkish tea. The mosques are well-attended not only by the older generation but also the young.

Kindness :)
Inside the Topkapi Palace, a balcony that overlooks the busy waterway (Bosphorus).
In any way, whether it's Eastern or Western or both, Istanbulites are a friendly bunch. All the travellers here have remarked the same thing: the genuine welcome they all felt. People here are happy that travellers from far flung countries flock to their city and appreciate their rich heritage. Everywhere I went, I was greeted with a smile and a gesture of welcome. One example was when I asked this lady for a lighter, I was actually asked to accept the lighter as a modest gift and to top it off her daughter then gave me her sweets. They were lovely and it was not to be the last generosity I encountered in Turkey.

The Topkapi Palace
The Ottoman Sultan's private room.
That said, what let me down was that the way monuments were presented in Istanbul are abysmal. Few have audioguides to help you understand and the only way to get good information on site was to join a tour group - I hate tour groups. Tickets are so expensive (more than anything I've paid so far in my trip) it makes you think that these monuments are treated more like money making machines than a cultural treasure. This is especially true for Topkapi Palace. You need to pay extra to see the Harem. The audioguide service was the most expensive in Europe and without any doubt the worst. Some of the audio included unerased mistakes and repetition of sentences (like "This is a school for. This is a school for"). Most of the information given was self-evident anyway and never elaborated - to give an example it was always along the lines of "This room has beautiful tileworks and the view is amazing" or "This corridor had witnessed many important events. Goodbye". A Swiss that was with me said it was the same for the German language version.

I have no time for Orientalist fantasies on the Harem so I wasn't all that wowed by it. The most interesting part for me is the Relics Gallery where holy relics from all over the Ottoman Empires were kept. I'm not that convinced by it, as some of the exhibits are just downright illogical - the staff of Moses and fragments of the skull of John the Baptist to say few. But one that I might consider more believable are the swords of Prophet Mohammed and his robe where they claimed to have a succession of narrators and official records. Even then to think such relics to have special powers is just beyond me. Or maybe I was just so pissed off with the stupid man's voice on the audioguide.
In one of the alleyways in the Sultanahmet area.

I stayed in the Sultanahmet area, the Old Istanbul. The hostel was great and I really enjoyed my stay there. There was something about the atmosphere and set up that made everyone friendly. The rooftop bar has a great view of the Blue Mosque (and Hagia Sophia if you stretch you neck a little bit) so every breakfast was bliss. I was tired of travelling alone so it was great to finally meet other travellers who would join me to see the sights. But this also meant that I went out a lot at night for those atmospheric nargileh cafe/bars - I also spent a lot more money here. The vibe at night is electric, it was lively. The money I spent on tea is ridiculous but I can't stop having them. I learnt how to play backgammon and seem to have got it, I think.

I think from the length of this post, you'd probably figured that I really had a great time here. I really did.

I will come back for Istanbul.

p/s:photos will be added later. internet here is wayy too slow

Saturday, 17 October 2009

Happy Deepavali!

Wednesday, 14 October 2009

The Southeast Asian connection

From Athens I took a train to Istanbul via the northern Greek city of Thessaloniki. Can't help but to notice the stark difference in temperature. In Athens I felt like it was still summer but here it was cold and windy.

The most interesting part of the train ride was when I realised I was sharing the same coach with a group of Singaporeans. I heard people speaking in English but I was thinking how odd the accent was. When I tuned myself in properly, I realised it was Singlish (or Manglish) and what made me sure was that distinctive howl of a Southeast Asian when they laugh. As I expected it was a group of ladies from Singapore (One Malaysian-born and another Indonesian-born) who are on a little lady adventure in Greece and Italy.

Instantaneously we connected with each other. And our laughters soon roared in the train. They were so kind to me as well. I felt so at home right there in that train. One lady probably felt so sorry at me (maybe I was looking a bit malnourished at the time) she gave me some money. LOL. I was so embarassed by this but she insisted that I take it. They're such kind people. Made me miss my part of the world.

Southeast Asia rocks!

The girls from Singapore. Extremely adventurous, well-travelled bunch.

Athens


I expected the worst when I read the Lonely Planet's description of the city as "choked with traffic" and "a city few fell for". I don't know where these guys been to but the Athens I saw was nothing of that sort. It was a pleasant and strollable city.

I stayed in the area called Omonia which is notorious for its reputation of being a rough area but seriously I've seen rougher places than this. Basically it's just an immigrant area and you know how people are like when they describe these places. To me, it's great. It such a lively place. It's not Singapore squeaky-clean I can tell you that but it's just as dirty as any average Sheffield street. I had roti and chickpeas everyday for breakfast here so I've got no complaints.

The gate to the Acropolis

Old and New.

Athens is quite similar to Rome. Ruins and archaeological sites are literally everywhere but there's one that will be on every traveller's itinerary: the Acropolis, the symbol of Athenian civilisation. I loved how everything was close by and concentrated around the ancient centre. The old town area, Plaka was touristy but I loved the atmosphere of the small streets with cafes.

The museums in Athens however put the ones in Rome to shame. Here it's well presented and the curation is world-class. The history is easier to understand as well because it was more homogeneous and mostly focused on pre-historic and Ancient Greece. Rome on the other hand was way too complex to understand. Best of all I've been getting free tickets for showing my expired student card (I was broke by then so I had to be dishonest!).

The Acropolis dominates the Athenian skyline and rightly so.

My birthday at Parthenon.

The National Archaeological Museum is a must for any tourist. I finally got to see the famous Mask of Agamemnon and the crazy gold treasures from the Mycenean civilisation. Trying to place this into the context of some 2000-3000 years ago is disorientating for me. I come from such a young country. Malay civilisation is (probably) not as old or at least they haven't found any 7000 years old cities in the dense rainforest. But in any way I was just stunned by the sophistication of Ancient Greece. The Acropolis Museum was another beauty (Tschumi please come to Malaysia and redesign our museums!). Anyone going to Athens should not miss this. I loved it, let's say it again!

Zeus - I never get why they like to depict naked people!

The Mask of Agamemnon

Plaka, touristy but nice.
Plaka

Where I had my birthday meal.

It was my birthday as well when I was there and what a great place to celebrate (on your own lol). This is after all the birthplace of western civilisation. (Okay that might be slightly random connection). I had a really nice meal in the Plaka area, where I spent hours just watching time went by.