On to Cappadocia

The view from our 2000-year-old “room” in Cappadocia, and no, that was not a typo.

The prior posts were fairly perfunctory because we had two long but fun days and we were tired at day’s end so we will try to fill in some local color of Istanbul. Obviously from the picture above we are in someplace completely different. More on that in a future post. Our overall impressions of Istanbul are positive. It is a sprawling city, spread out along the Bosporus and the Golden Horn, which leaves you with numerous opportunities for lovely views. The traffic is ridiculous but the tram system and other public transport are clean, quick and easy to navigate. On board announcements are in Turkish and English so it’s pretty simple. (And a side note for any NJ/NY readers: Turkey built a tunnel and subway train to connect the Asian and European sides of the city within the last 10 or 15 years, and they are in the process of building another. The Bosporus is at least three or four times wider than the Hudson River and we can’t manage a new connection to NYC? Good job canceling the access to the core project Governor Fat Ass.)

We know a lot of people probably think we were crazy to come here, but while the culture is different, I never felt threatened in any way in Istanbul, and we walked quite a bit. I guess Americans are in the minority of visitors, however, because the Turks trying to get you to sit at their restaurants and the like first ask if you are German, or Australian, or maybe Canadian. The most interesting thing is the push-pull between the secularists and the growing influence of the conservative and more devout Muslims. Yes, we saw a lot more women in burkas than I expected, but in part I think it was a function of us staying in the old city near the Blue Mosque and other venerated locales. (The Saudis and others from the Gulf region travel as tourists as well.) But even among the Turks there are many women in headscarves and covering their arms and legs. Many of the local women were also styling to be sure, with colorful scarves, high heels, designer slacks and makeup. Pat and I noticed one woman in particular, outside of a shop as we rode by, who was particularly striking. Then there was the woman last night covered head to toe in the traditional black garb smoking a cigarette.  Ah, don’t think that is part of the program.
 
That aspect bothered our guide Lale and tour company contact Ezgi, as they are secularists. Ezgi was quite animated about it when we met her for lunch, which was a nice surprise. (She was doing some customer service, asking what we thought of her country, but we appreciated the opportunity to meet.) It I’ll be interesting to see how it will play out. People like her are fine with the conservative Muslims following the traditional customs, but they don’t want to lose their rights not to do so. We are facing similar thinking from the Bible thumpers at home who want to use their religious beliefs as an excuse to ignore the Constitution, but enough of that for a travel blog. Here is a picture of us with our guide.
 
Otherwise, here are some random observations. The “jamon y queso” of this trip (readers of our musings from Argentina will know what we mean) is puréed eggplant, cucumbers and tomatoes. Oh, also cheese. It is available at breakfast, lunch and dinner. Everyone told us the baklava is to die for: they were right, much better than the Greek version. And there is more of a cocktail culture in Istanbul than I expected.  The following are some random photos.
 
Ceiling of the Blue Mosque
 
 

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  1. loved all the photos – Jim I see even on vacation you got your dander up when you thought of politics/politiciansmaybe when you return you can do something about a new tunnel to NYseriously, Istanbul sounds and looks absolutely wonderful -keep on enjoyingmom

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