A Weekend in Mykonos

The winds were horrible on the sea tonight as our ferry left Samos and headed for Mykonos. I definitely needed to take my ginger pill, and thankfully I had them with me. The ferry boat was really nice and built more like a cruise ship as it had a lot of levels and nice seating everywhere.

As the ferry moved on, I sat watching some TV I’d downloaded and was quickly joined by the Greek Canadian I’d met waiting for the ferry to arrive. He was a little obnoxious and loud, but nice and seemed to be interested in chatting. So he sat next to me and talked about various things from our trip in Greece to business to his life in Canada and mine in the US.

After being delayed for quite a bit due to the rough waters, we arrived in Mykonos around 9pm. I hadn’t booked anything in advanced as most places you can just arrive and you’re bombarded with people touting their places available, but since our boat was more than an hour late, it left us at the port with little to few options.

One woman proclaimed to have a spot in downtown which is where I was headed to meet with my friends from the Turkey cruise. I believed her, and joined her and her ratty dog in her beat up Suzuki jeep and headed for the place ‘in town’.

In town meant more than a 30 minute walk from it over a mountain, and I quickly stood my ground and told her that this was not what she had described and I wouldn’t be staying there. So out I went with all my stuff and had to walk all the way to the center of town. So my first impression wasn’t so great.

On my way down I met a couple of English girls who joined the walk to the town. Once we arrived, I asked if they knew of a specific bar that I knew my friends were at, and they said ‘no clue’. Right when we bid adieu, I looked up and there it was, right in front of me. So I ran inside thinking I should drop my stuff and go find a place to stay quickly to join them for a late dinner.

Everyone was happy to see me and I was so glad to have met up. Now the challenge was to find a place to stay. I went ahead and took my stuff with me and Ang joined to help out. It was not as easy as I’d thought it would be to find a place, and we went from hotel to hotel to guest house to guest house, not finding anything. Finally we found a store where the shop keeper was very helpful and helped sort out a place that was nearby. Long story short, I was able to get my stuff sorted, at a pretty dodgy place, but great location, so it was fine.

I joined back up with everyone and got some food to eat and hung out before going back to crash.

The next day we tried to organize meeting up, and I walked throughout the whole town which was like a complete maze. It was pretty and cosmetically Greek, with all the white buildings and blue roofs, but also seemed completely fake and catering to the hoards of tourists that filled the alleyways and paths throughout the town. Prices reflected this fakeness as well, and having come from quaint little Samos, I was quickly disinterested in seeing what more Mykonos had to offer.

I went ahead and rented a scooter from the shop next to my apartment and went to find Ang and Cam. We didn’t have internet connections, so we weren’t able to meet up because their stuff was taking forever. Mine took forever with a fiasco with a different scooter company that had quickly come to an end when I said I wanted a scooter that had a gas meter that worked. The store owner didn’t like my ‘demands’ and threw the money back at me and took the helmet right off my head and shewed me away. This type of behavior is reminiscent of behavior I endured in Thailand’s islands that signals to me these places are sick of foreign tourists. Sick as they are of ‘tourists’, I imagine the money they are reaping in by gouging everyone is providing a better lifestyle, but the easiest thing to do as a ‘tourist’ is to just move on and to the next place.

I headed to the meeting spot just to see if Ang and Cam were there, and amazingly on the street passed them on their quad bike. So I did a uturn and joined up with them and we went exploring all over the island stopping at various beaches, eating, laying out in the sun, and visiting little churches. It was fun to have the freedom to go wherever we wanted quickly and easily.

That evening we met up with some other friends they’d met and had some dinner along with going out to see the night life. The bars were crowded and smokey so I didn’t last long at all. After a bit, we called it a night and got our plans together for where we were going the next day. I had a lot of ideas about where I wanted to go next and I was considering going all the way down to Crete with Ang and Cam, but after researching and looking at ticket prices of making my way down there the way I’d thought, I opted to go ahead over to Athens and call it quits on the islands.

The next day I packed up my things again and headed out to the ferry terminal to catch my ferry to Athens. I spent most of the day in the café and got caught up son some email and work.

Samos Island

This morning, I got my stuff together to walk to the port to catch my ferry over to the first of the Greek Isles, Samos. While waiting to leave, I met a fellow traveler who was going the same direction, so we walked together with the owner down to the port. When he left us, I found that Ali was Turkish living in Canada, and we began talking about all sorts of stuff. The boat ride over was nice and our conversations kept fluttering between various topics, and before I knew it, we had formed a great bond.

When we were arriving at port, we decided to stay together and rent a car to explore the island together. This proved to be the best decision ever. We got a quick bite to eat which was ok, and looked at a few places before committing to which tiny car we’d get. We really liked the Greek mentality. I was thinking we needed to take pictures of the car for the damage that existed, or go through marking a sheet. Instead, they said when you’re done, just leave the car somewhere at the port, and leave the keys in it. We laughed at the lax management of this, but then really thought, well we are on an island, where could they take the car?

We then drove to find the place I’d booked. Booking online can leave you very surprised, and I was shocked at what I’d booked. When we got closer to Pythagoria, we pulled to the port and parked and found the hotel completely in the best location, on the main strip of restaurants facing the harbor. It was gorgeous, and exactly what I was looking for. Our room was simple, and Ali decided we could save money by sharing since we’d got on so well so far. After checking in, we explored the nearby castle ruins, and walked to the beach and had a swim in the chilly but refreshing water. We enjoyed the afternoon in the sun, and then went back for a nap before heading out for a nice walk and getting dinner at a place recommended by a friend of his.

The next day, we did more exploring of the island, taking us all around. We first drove to a little town called Mile, which specialized in making the Pythagora cup, a cup made of pottery with a pole in the middle of it. The idea of this cup is to stop greed and maintain equality, as there’s a line at the top of the cup that you should not fill it past. Anything below the line, you can drink from the cup, but anything that is above the line, you lose everything and the entire contents of the cup drain from a hole in the bottom of the cup. It’s a pretty cool gadget :)

After walking around this little village, we continued on to this mountain with a tiny Greek church. We took our tiny little car off roading, and it was quite an adventure, one that I thought might leave us stranded!

We then went up towards the north to Karlovassi and stopped for lunch and explored the town there. We then continued on to Kokkari to enjoy the beach more. This side was a lot rougher than the south side, and while it was nice to see, the waves were so strong that I didn’t even try to get in!

We then made our full circle back at Pythagora and had our dinner and called it a night.

The next day, I made my plan to head over to Mykonos to meet up with some friends made on the Turkish cruise, and Ali’s ship back to Kusadasi left in the late afternoon, so we headed up to my port to go to the beach and enjoy the afternoon at the water before I needed to be dropped off at my port and Ali continue back to drop the car off at his port. It was a beautiful beach again, and was nice and relaxing.

Ephesus and Pamukkale

Today, we headed out of Izmir by bus in the morning to check out Ephesus. After about an hour and a half, we arrived to the main bus station in Selcuk, to then change to a dolmush van to Ephesus. Just after about 10 minutes, we arrived at the gates and started our tour of the amazing ruins left at Ephesus.

While I’ve seen a lot of Roman ruins by this point, these were quite impressive. Amazingly built in 10th century BC, this is a remarkable remaining site of amazing architecture and buildings, this society impressed all people by its amazing structures, precision buildings, and amazing infrastructure.

It was a hot day, but we went through the entire city walking along the streets seeing the sewage system, Roman baths, the Library of Celsus, and all the administrative office type buildings. The layout is so amazing to see how they designed cities that were completely functional and similar to how we live today.

After a full day checking out the ruins, we got on our bus a little earlier to head to Pamukkale a little earlier so we could get settled. Arriving in Pamukkale was amazingly efficient despite having to change buses a few times. We were dropped off near the village center, and we walked around to find our hotel which was a little hard to find, but we finally found it. We checked in by seeing my name on a key at the front desk. So we got into our room and settled in and went out front to relax by the pool.

This little town was really cute, and as soon as we started walking, we saw the huge puffs of calcium clouds on the mountain towering over the village. It looks like the entrance into a snow ski resort with snow everywhere. We got a good dinner enjoying the weather and people watching at this backyard type venue. We had a lot of great food, and then walked around in the evening exploring this little village.

The next morning, we got up and got ready to go to the calcium pools for the day. We hiked up the mountain and at the point of where the calcium starts, you take off your shoes and walk through the waters up the hill. They are all terraced down the hill, and the water was coolish/warm, and supposedly has some medicinal qualities to it. We went in a few pools at the bottom, and continued our way to the top to enjoy the view looking down from the mountain.

Once at the top, we had fun watching all the Russians make the most ridiculous sexual poses in front of these calcium clouds which we’d been warned about before. It was absolutely hilarious to see all these selfies and poses happen.

At the top, we got another great view of the village below, and all the beautiful cool blue colored travines. At the top, an old pool still exists with fallen statues in the clear blue spring waters. It was expensive to get in, and completely flooded by the Russians, so we continued up to the ruins of the arena/stadium for yet another great view of the vast landscape below. Again, I was impressed by the scale at which these buildings and stadiums were built so long ago. It’s truly awe-inspiring.

We then took our time leaving the park by hitting up the calcium baths and doused ourselves in calcium sands like I did at the Dead Sea. It was funny to get muddied up and hopefully it works to heal whatever :)

We then got back into town and relaxed for the evening over a good meal and rested from the day.

The next morning, I headed out for Kusadasi and Robert was heading back to Istanbul to see the city before going back to Texas.

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Cappadocia

After a long bus ride to the city of Antalya, we walked around and explored after dropping off our bags at the bus terminal. We got the world’s slowest bus into the city center and walked around taking in some beautiful views that Anatlya had to offer. It’s right next to the water, and has huge mountains that make for a really incredible landscape. It was really hot, and walking around got tiring quickly. We found a nice place for lunch right on the water, and then continued walking around the various promenades, stopping for ice cream of course, and continuing on looking at all the shops. We then made our way back to the bus terminal to get our bags and headed for the airport.

Our flight was a little late and I was getting tired. It was  quick and easy flight however, so when we landed, we got put into our van to the hotel. The drive was long, because Cappadocia is quite out of the way.

The hotels here are all cave hotels, hotels made from the old caves that were living areas of civilizations passed. Our hotel was called Shoestring hotel, and was perched up on the hillside and luckily one of the first hotels to be let out.

We got into our room, and while we had to duck to get through the Flinstones style entry, the room was basic and comfortable for what we needed.

The next morning, we spent recouping from the long day yesterday and walked around the town. We found an excellent place for lunch, called my Mother’s cafe, and it was the best food I’d had in Turkey. I tried the clay pot of roasted lamb, and it was absolutely delicious. After our filling lunch, we walked around the area and saw shops selling everything souvenir like, as well as rugs. I liked one rug shop, and wanted to see if there was something good that I could find, but nothing spoke to me.

That night, we met up with a group from our Turkish trip which was great fun. It was one of their birtdays, and we celebrated it with a beautiful dinner in a great room. I had so much fun with everyone, it was a great time. We ended up staying there for hours.

We then turned in for the night as the next morning, we were going to be picked up at 5am for our hot air balloon journey over Cappadocia.

That next morning was EARLY. We got up around 4:45 awakened by knocking at the door. It was the driver telling us he was waiting. So much for the 5:15 pickup. What became very frustrating with our entire trip was anyone and everyone would tell us anything and everything of what we wanted to hear. Promises were made and just as quickly broken, prices not exactly as they say, and it was literally exhausting have to debate every last thing with everyone.

When we got into the van, everyone sitting there either was annoyed at having to had wait for us, or they were zombies from being awake so early. We were quickly driven out of the town into the fields just about 20 minutes away. Already, our balloon was being filled, but no one said anything to us. No introduction, no information about the balloon, nothing about safety etc.

As the balloon filled up, we were then told to get in the basket. I wanted to make sure I got a good spot and so I went ahead and got near the basket. They helped me in and I quickly found that the early bird does not get the worm. The basket is divided into quarters, and I was stuck in the middle–exactly the spot that I was told to avoid. You have a roof overhead, and you get only one vantage point. Luckily, as everyone filled the baskets, we were off and the couple in our basket was easy to maneuver around to take pictures from anywhere in that basket I wanted.

As we left Earth, I had no fear or anything. It was a really strange but secure feeling being lifted up to the skies. The wind swept us away and it was quiet and smooth with shots of flames firing to keep the hot air filled in the balloon. It really seems like such a rudimentary contraption being in a balloon filled with air. As we rose above the mars like landscape of colored wavy mountains, we got to our peak height of 6000 ft, and we were looking down at all the other balloons flying around. We saw the sun climb over the mountains behind and light up the land below inch by inch.

After about 45 minutes, we started to get lower and lower, and the precision of this guy driving was incredible. We came over this restaurant where workers for the company were sitting and we combed the tables by just inches. We then landed and had some fake champagne and got certificates for our flight. The landing was incredibly smooth and again, I was amazed at the precision and skill he had piloting the balloon.

We watched the balloon deflate and got back into the vans and were brought back to our hotel.  We then arranged for a driver for the rest of the day and went to the Underground City.

This was a little bit disappointing since we didn’t have a guide and everyone else was in groups of tours which made maneuvering throughout the caves a real struggle. Nothing was really labeled, so we wandered around crouching and tried to avoid claustrophobia from setting in. After going through the maze, we left and went to a pottery shop that offered me to try my hand quickly at making a pot. The work there was really beautiful, and we walked through looking at all the different designs of hand painted items. I even found the ‘hand made items’ that I’d seen all over Jordan, so who knows really where these are truly made, and who really paints them. It was sad to have another reminder that you cannot trust what anyone says especially in a gift shop.

After a long relaxing lunch near the water, we went by another stop on our way back to our hotel and hiked up to the top of this abandoned cave town to look out at the vistas above. It had been a long day, so we were ready to relax again at the hotel before our flight that night to Izmir.

Lycian Cruise

The next morning we had our breakfast and got packed up to go to the Alaturka office where an Australian named Rebecca had helped us earlier getting all our plans sorted for the next week. When we arrived, of course we were the first ones and sat waiting for others to arrive on time.

In came a family and about 10 kids and I immediately thought, oh no, what have we gotten ourselves in for? Luckily, they were on another boat and not ours.

Eventually, others started to trickle in and it seemed like an interesting mix of people.

We bought snacks and food to have in case the food wasn’t enough and I am thankful we did. A vegetarian breakfast and lunch with meat for dinner did not fill me up with energy. I honestly don’t know how vegans or vegetarians are able to derive enough energy from leaves.

Anyhow, we were shown aboard and got situated in our gulet, an old turkish wooden ship with sails. It reminded me of the goonies ship that they sailed, yet ours was engine powered and much much smaller.

Our room was cute. It was with two twin beds, a working hot shower and toilet with bidet! It was plenty of space though tight. They said we would be sleeping outside anyways so we wouldn’t be in our rooms much because of the heat.

As we set sail, everyone started introducing one another, and it was a great mix of people of all ages, countries, and professions/life stories. The fun thing is how we all quickly connected through this fun adventure through the southern coast of turkey together.

The blues of the water gave new meaning to turquoise, royal blue, and aquamarine. I’ve seen a lot o oceans, seas, and bodies of water that have various colors, but these waters rivaled those of the Great Barrier Reef, yet had such different terrain surrounding. You could look in the water and see straight down to the bottom of the ocean floor, no matter how deep. It was really amazing scenery.

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Making friends on the boat was easy, and of course, travelers tend to click with one another quite easily. There were people from Australia, Canada, US, Turkey, England, Scotland (living in Spain), all together doing various activities and enjoying each other’s company. We would stop at various inlets and swim for a while, playing with the floats, jumping off the boat into the fresh cold water, and chat at our heart’s content laughing, joking, and living. These moments are those that I cherish with other travelers, those moments where you can’t keep track of time because you’re engaged in a camaraderie that feels like nothing can break the bond. We quickly formed this bond, and it lasted our entire trip and even after the boat ride with dinners and random meetups. I’m confident I will see most everyone again in some part of the world, and hopefully several in Austin :)

Our first night, most everyone slept out on deck, but I wanted a good rest so I went into the cabin and slept like a baby until hearing the breakfast bell the next morning. The rocking and engine noises of the boat kept me soundly asleep which is incredible, because usually I am such a light sleeper, any noise would keep me awake.

As we approached the blue lagoon, an offer came aboard for us to paraglide off one of the highest mountains, over 1900 meters tall, you would be running off the 1800m runway. As we watched tons of paragliders dot the sky like ice cream sprinkles covering a cone, Robert and I decided we would take the plunge and go for a ride of our lives.

We were taken off the boat while they were anchored, and sped us to the beach where we got into an unmarked van full of strangers. Against all rules of the book :) As we were slinging from side to side climbing up this huge mountain on treacherous roads with no guardrails, we were told to pick a card, any card. I picked the Ace of Hearts, and happened to be sitting next to my pilot for the jump. He didn’t say much, but I did find out he had been flying since 1998 and his schedule is 7 days a week, 5 times a day, 4 months a year. This made me feel pretty confident in his abilities to land me safely back to the ground.

We finally made it to the top after about a 40 minute drive, and quickly were strapped up with a backpack that our pilots then attached to us. We weren’t really told anything, and before I knew it, the Chinese girl had already run off the mountain with her pilot, and I was thinking, wait, are you going to give me a countdown or something? We continued to wait which was starting to make me nervous, and as I turned to Robert to see how he was feeling, he looked very relaxed (maybe just comatose looking at the mountain runway to nothing below). We were apparently waiting for wind to pick up, and suddenly, the other paragliders got back into the van and drove off to a lower landing. That made me more nervous, but my pilot said wind would pick up soon.

Before I knew it, Robert was running with his pilot and they were off. I was the last one left behind, and my heart was pumping. Then he said run run run run! And my camera turned on, and watching the playback now, it’s hilarious as it shows my little feet trying to run without traction until we are finally airborne. Catching wind and lifting off is exhilarating and while I was really uncomfortable with feeling insecure of where to put my hands and how to hold on, etc, as soon as we were flying I began to relax. I was watching Robert’s pilot and suddenly, his glider started spiraling down. We then basically followed along for the next several minutes. The pilot then got out the GoPro camera and started taking pictures and video, and I’m so glad I got them as they really turned out incredible.

While filming, he started a spiral himself that put such gforce upon me from us falling that I was almost breathless from the pressure. It was like a rollercoaster, one that I didn’t need to ride again, but was fun nonetheless. I really enjoyed the peaceful calm of floating back down with the incredible blue waters and onlookers that looked like tiny ants crawling around on the white sands below.

After a good half hour of our descent back to earth, I was given instruction number 2. When I say stand up, stand up. As we coasted back to the beach, I was looking for a place to land, and they were landing literally anywhere they fell. People walking on the promenade were watching us come in for landing, and my pilot was skillfully aiming for a clear spot on the beach. I then heard him yell stand up stand up and my feet touched the ground with no pressure whatsoever. It was amazing–I watched the paraglider behind me, and as they land, they landed on top of a trashcan making my pilot laugh saying he wasn’t as experience. I’m really glad I drew the Ace of Hearts.

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We then landed in KaÅŸ where we had lunch off the boat (because I needed to have some meat), and walked around this quaint town. We enjoyed the scenery, took some pics and were back on the boat within a couple of hours.

Getting back on the boat, we recounted our story of the float down and looked at our photos and video to share with everyone. That evening, I wanted to learn Backgammon, and the Turkish guy on board taught me. It was an interesting game that I think I may start playing if given the chance.

Each night we danced on board with great music, and this night especially, we all jumped in at the end of the night, again enjoying everyone’s company.

The cruise was definitely a highlight and when it was over, we were sad to leave everyone and we all connected on Facebook so we could post pics and be in touch afterwards. Traveling with facebook is definitely different than I traveled as a student years ago, and it’s great that you can now keep in touch with all these people around the world so easily. Afterall, you never know when paths can easily cross again.

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Bodrum and Fethiye

Arriving in Bodrum at night, I got the HavaÅ¡ bus toward Bodrum to meet Robert at his friend’s house. I was let off after a complicated dialog wth the bus driver not really knowing whether or not he understood where I wanted to be let off.

Luckily, my phones data allowed me to text and coordinate which way to walk to Robert and I was only a few minutes away.

I was glad to be in a home for a couple of days to rest and plan our trip.

We went to Bodrum after a great turkish breakfast and ended up planning a bit of our trip with the idea of going in a circle to hit all the sites. We then took a bus into town and spent the day strolling along the streets filled with all sorts of shops that led to the beach.

We spent the afternoon walking around enjoying the beautiful scenery and planning out an exciting itinerary for the rest of our time in Turkey. After confirming tickets, and playing phone tag with a guy in Istanbul who had given me information about a boat cruise, we finished an amazing itinerary for seeing and experiment the best of Turkey.

We then had dinner and headed home as the next morning, we would head for Fethiye to begin our journey around Turkey.

We took a bus to Fethiye after all and arrived after our journey to the bus station where we waited to be picked up by our hostel. We checked in and headed to the fish market for a fresh seafood dinner.

Wandering around the market we happened upon a restaurant being run by a family. The daughter offered for us to come eat where we pick out our fish together at the market, and they cook it for us.

The woman was short with brown hair and had a fun sarcasm that made us laugh. She lead us to the fish counter where we picked out a red snapper and two shrimp and prawn for dinner.

I was excited after eating a lot of meat since being in Turkey, to get some seafood for a change.

After strolling along the shopping streets we got back to the hostel to rest before our trip on a gulet along the Lycian coast of Turkey.

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Istanbul!

Flying into Istanbul was great–you see the entire city coming in and fly above it to get to the airport (coming from the east). The city was much bigger than I expected as the expanse of the city was quite incredible. The cityscape was really stunning with the land being encapsulated by beautiful waters of the Bosphorus. After landing, I got a bus into the city to Taksim Square where the place I booked was supposedly near. Nearly 30 minutes later hoofing around the streets with all my stuff, I finally found the apartment style hotel. I got checked into my little room and met my flatmates, an Iranian family of 3 visiting with their sun who is currently living in England. They were really interesting to speak to about the current way life is like in Iran–sounds pretty incredible!

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That night I headed out to explore Istiklal street, a main shopping street near Taksim square. It’s such a lively street that’s pedestrian only, but such great people watching and shopping of course. Great food, great desserts, and great browsing stores, shops, and everything. It was great fun.

The next day, I made my way down the hill. The streets were cobblestone laid, winding in all sorts of directions, which made for an easy walk downhill to the river. Bakeries, cafes, patisseries all lined these streets that it was so hard not to stop at each one and choose a new goodie to try.

Once I reached the bottom of the hill, I started across the bridge to the other side with most of the sight seeing places. The first mosque I saw, I went ahead inside. I always am amazed at how grand and huge religious places are. How important religion was to so many societies that pushed people to erect the most impressive expressions of honor through architecture, art, and ideas.

I then made my way to the Spice Market and enjoyed taking pictures of all the beautiful spices and colors, and then made my way to the Grand Bazaar. Talk about a shopping experience. This place was rows and rows of small streets that created a maze of Turkish delights :) The colors, fabrics, metals, slivers, golds, silks all took my eyes, and I spent the rest of the day going through looking and curating my own purchases of really great items. I found a beautiful ceiling chandelier with globes that I picked out to match. The colors were so entrancing that I spent probably a good hour trying to determine the best use of colors and shapes for my own chandelier. The Macedonian guys running the place were very courteous and patient with my OCD to make just the right combination of lamps for me. What really sold me, is how they showed me (along with so many other lamp shop owners) that you could stand on the glass to prove its strength. However, the other shop owners said beware of Chinese ones, because the glass is thinner. So I asked would they stand on the lamp on its side, and no one would, except for these guys as they vowed their glass was pure Turkish double laden glass that had the incredible strength. Once he tilted it on the side, and the glass didn’t break, I was sold :)  I made my way back with all my lamps and started packing up a box to ship back home.

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The next day I headed back the same way by stopping by the post office to get an idea of shipping costs and size limitations. I was gathering quite a big amount of new clothes both from Turkey and Jordan and now the lamps, along with my artwork from Cambodia that I was really happy to let go of. Hopefully there will be no issues with the shipping. (UPDATE: It has already arrived stateside just a week later despite being told it would be at least 3 weeks for shipping arrival!)

I then made my way down the same path down the hill towards Sultanahmet and started my tour of sights again. After seeing the New Mosque and Blue Mosque, I had some lunch and went for Topkapi palace where I found huge lines waiting to get in. I opted to skip and just do the next day, as I was tired from all the walking, so I went to the beautiful botanical gardens and took a nap. I don’t believe I’ve ever been able to fall asleep in a public place before like that, and it was incredible to be lying upon the grass feeling the temperate breeze, and resting with all the other people who gather in the park for doing just that. (Excluding the homeless).

After a refreshing nap, I walked along the road next to the river all the way back to the bridge, and headed back home for more amazing food and rest. Each night I loved walking over to Istiklal street and do the walk towards Taksim people watching and café hopping. It’s so funny/strange what ideas you have about the layout of a city before arriving, the direction of how it would work, and then compare it to what the actuality is. For some reason, Istanbul has been completely different than I imagined in way of layout and topography near these sites.

The next day I headed down again this hill taking different streets exploring different corners of the city. I made my way to the grand Galata Tower lookout, and went to the top to get sweeping views of the entire city. It was really beautiful to see the hills and buildings all merging into waves of colors throughout the landscape. Istanbul has 18 million people, and it shows. The expanse of the city is quite incredible when seeing it from above. The odd thing is the buildings are not really so tall, so it is just a densely populated city with houses like San Francisco–each street, very Victorian looking houses peer down creating walls of colors and architectural shapes with breathtaking views of the bosphorus strait below.

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I then got down to Sultanahmet again, and made it inside the Hagia Sophia mosque which was breathtaking. I love Arabic calligraphy, and they had so many amazing pieces being shown here that I really wanted to learn how to write in Arabic. The lines created beautiful designs and looked so impressive, that I looked at each work, studying the curves and lines trying to see details of words hidden within. Of course, since I cannot read anything in Arabic except the letters B-E-N, I didn’t see much :)

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After Hagia Sophia, I went back to Topkapi Palace and viewed the rooms of the Sultans that lived here, entertained here, and ruled here. It was the main center of the regime, and the beautiful rooms and architecture stated as such. While everyone raves of Topkapi Palace, I’m not sure if it was the crowds that took away from the experience, or just being a bit museumed out, but after I saw Moses’ supposed cane, a few more works of calligraphy and some Sultan outfits, I kind of lost interest of the rooms. It was a lot to take in, and without having a guide map or anything (which is a major problem here in Turkey–you buy a ticket to enter a place, but then there’s no informational guidemap or brochure to help you get started to what you’re looking at.)

I feel like I got a good look at Istanbul and tomorrow, I’m meeting up with Robert from Texas, and there we will begin to explore the rest of Turkey!

Visit to the Holy City

I wanted to go to Jerusalem after meeting so many people in Jordan that had come over from Jerusalem saying it was a must see, especially being this close. Since I had come to Jordan a few days early, I figured I had done everything I was aiming to do, so I had 4 days to ‘spare’ where I could make the trip over. Since I was already in the south having spent the night at the Bedouin camp, I figured I could go across the easy southern border into Israel. I met a couple from France at the camp and they agreed to share a cab with me to the border, which gave me some comfort as to not knowing what to expect when doing the crossing—especially alone.

Our cab driver sped through the village and out to the main road where we were going at a great speed. We finally reached the border at Aqaba and were dropped off. Here we walked through an unassuming border control where no one else was. We literally had to ask where to pay a departure tax, because no one was stopping us from just walking through. At the end of this walkway, we were stamped out of Jordan and had to walk about 50 meters to the next entrance, which was Israel. It was crazy to see a border like this, to actually physically walk through to another country.

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When entering, I was asked all sorts of questions as to why I was coming in, what I do, how my work functions, how my application on facebook works. I think they’re trying to see how I react and how detailed my answers are to know what my purpose is.

After a quick interview, security screen, stamping into Israel, we were on our way to the other side where we shared another cab together to the bus station to get to Jerusalem.

I was under the impression the bus ride was just 3 hours, but it turned out to be 5, and not only that, but it wasn’t departing for another 2.5 hours. This made me extremely relieved that I had come in a day earlier than expected, and was able to spend that time going across into Jerusalem.

The ride through Israel was beautiful as we passed the deadsea half way up, and the mountains on the side was really nice. Finally, we started having to weave through roads that began looking like a city, and I opened up my phone to see on the map where we were—the outskirts of Jerusalem.

We arrived at the bus station, and I was trying to coordinate if I could stay a day early with my Airbnb host, which was a mess, so I went to a hotel for the first night. Amazing technology allowed me to get on the light rail into the city, search for a hotel on trip advisor, book the hotel with my credit car, map it on Google maps, saw that my blue dot of current location was quickly approaching the hotel, and got off the train at the next stop to check in literally minutes after my booking. It was really impressive.

After a long day I was able to walk around a bit and get some dinner before turning in early for a good night’s rest.

The next day, I checked out and went to my Airbnb host’s place. This was an utter disaster that I won’t go into. However, I left my stuff there while I went around the old city on a free tour. The tour through the quarters was incredible, and I liked my guide so much that I opted to do the Mount of Olives tour by the same company, the same day right after this tour. The old city is a walled part of Jerusalem that exhales history at every corner. The stone streets, the close alleyways, the buildings towering around you scream history, and holy. Walking through the streets learning about various details about this holy city was a great experience. Finally, we got to see the dome of the rock, the most famous view of Jerusalem, the golden dome on the temple mount. It was exciting to see this epic view of the world’s most fought over land, land that shares the same footsteps of the most influential religions of the world.

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After the tour ended, I boarded the shuttle for the continuation of the Mount of Olives tour. This tour took us to the mountainside that faces the eastern border of Jerusalem and gives you great vistas down to the holy land below. Again, there were so many interesting secrets shared as to why things were built the way they were. One of the interesting things about this mountain, the mount of olives is where they believe the return of the messiah will be, so on the hillside is a Jewish cemetery that all tombs are facing feet toward the temple mount. It’s extremely expensive to be buried here, but according to tradition, this hillside would be the first awakened. And as such, to help aide you in your walk to the temple mount, you must be placed feet first so you can simply just sit up and walk straight ahead.

After the tour, I was exhausted taking in so much information, sights, sounds, beauty, that I headed back to the Airbnb host to see if my room was ready. Long story short, this smoke filled, disgustingly dirty place was not fit for staying, so I opted to leave and he helped me find another place, thankfully. I got an apartment that was located about 10-15 minutes walk from this place, so still in a handy location, near the shuk.

I was relieved the day was over and got settled in my place and went out for dinner at some of the best fish and chips I’ve ever had, per recommendation.

The next day I spent walking around the old city again, seeing the sights in more detail. I slept in a bit just to relax from the strenuous day prior. I enjoyed my breakfast getting fresh pastries from the shuk that’s located just 5 minutes from where I’m staying. After a delicious breakfast and fresh juice, I started my way down to the Old City.

When I arrived, I made my way through the Jewish quarter with its kosher restaurants and jewish stores showcasing jewelry, menorahs, and all sorts of items used in religious activities. And within a moment, you’re in the Muslim quarter where there’s fabrics, old coins, lamps, scarves and the like. Then winding down the hill, you go through the Christian quarter finding crosses, religious paintings. It’s really a journey through religion all the way down to the temple mount.

I had been told time and time again I needed to wake up really early in order to have an opportunity to visit the temple mount. And what I’ve learned before, is mostly, things are not always as people say. So instead of waking up early and making myself tired for the day, I decided to do my own pace, and find myself down at the western wall, witnessing all sorts of people celebrating bar mitzvas, praying and nodding while verbally saying various prayers. I donned my kippah and wrote my own prayer to place in the wall. The men and women are separated at the wall, and there were all people from the spectrum. Westerners, jews, tourists, alongside one another while the ultra jewish wore traditional clothing. One thing I saw that I’d never seen before is little boxes that they would wear on their heads and arms, where the leather straps would literally tie around their necks and down their arms. Apparently there is a written prayer in these boxes that they are constantly reminded of by having it tied to their heads and arms.

After a little visit, I noticed people going up the wooden bridge to the temple mount, so I asked where the entrance was, expecting to see a horrendous line. To my surprise, it was completely empty, if not eerie, walking through this little wooden structure up above the western wall into the temple mount, a place that jews do not dare enter as it’s completely controlled by the muslims.

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This was extremely surprising to me, as I was under the impression that the whole reason there was a conflict was about this area, it being sacred, if not a crossroads of religions where only jews got to visit. But to the contrary, it seems to work well. The muslims are the only ones allowed to enter the mosque here, and the jews view themselves as too impure to visit the rock which lies beneath the mosque, so it seems like a win win. What I didn’t know is all the struggle, strife, and reason for conflict that simply lies just miles away to the east.

Afterward, I went to the ticket office for the tunnels of the western walls tour. I got my ticket for later in the afternoon, and came back and had the most amazing tour of all the tunnels underneath the old city that showed the amazing structures beneath the city during the other temple periods. Our tour guide Alex, was amazingly informative.

That night, I went back to the old city to look at the night light celebration. They had erected all these various light structures around the old city that had paths that you could go and see the old city lit up at night. It was really beautiful.

The last day, I decided to head back early in the morning in case I had any trouble at the border. After careful consideration, I opted not to go through the King Hussein Bridge back across, which is the closest border, yet the hardest border to cross for various reasons. So instead, I went 2 hours north through the Sheik Hussein Bridge crossing over.

After the two hour ride on the bus from Jerusalem, we were dropped off with other soldiers in the middle of nowhere, however, in this nowhere was a McDonalds. It was crazy, the building didn’t even look open, it looked abandoned, but it had the golden arches above. I saw another westerner and decided he was probably going for the border as well, so we met up and had lunch together.

Neil was studying for his PhD on various middle eastern issues, and he was a wealth of information about the current situation in Israel/Palestine. He was really informative and nonjudgmental for my questions, so I’m thankful for being able to have someone that’s very knowledgeable that I could ask. Fluent in Arabic, French and Hebrew, he proved to be very handy throughout the entire process leaving Bat She’an down to the border, leaving Israel, riding the bus to the Jordanian border, and then getting us a taxi for our ride back to downtown Amman.

While we were inside Jordanian immigration, we met up with another foreigner who was going to down town as well, so we all went back to Amman together, sharing the costs which was great.

That night, I went to a great café for dinner, and ended up spending all the money I’d saved from sharing transport on some great new shirts :)

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Off to Wadi Rum

This morning, I took the bus, which is so bizarre that the only bus to Wadi Rum starts at 6am. So I put my stuff together, didn’t get to have breakfast with the high priced hotel, and headed out on my way to Wadi Rum. The planning with this was really sketchy because basically you set up to spend the night at a Bedouin camp, and they have options for you for the whole day.

When I got on the bus, it was filled with other question filled westerners who had booked with various camps. Unfortunately, no one had booked with my camp, so when we pulled into the Visitors Center, we were told to buy a $5JD ticket for admission. When I walked up, they asked me what camp, and they said, you don’t pay. So weird.

So I got back onto the bus hoping this ‘ticket’ wouldn’t cause me any trouble, we dropped off people one by one at their various camp ‘offices’, which were hole in the wall shacks in this little village.

The engine turned off, and I asked if it was my stop, and the driver and guide said no, but they started closing all the curtains. My mind started racing as to what was going on, and what would I do if I needed to exit the vehicle. Finally, they started the van back up and were driving to let me off at my camp.

When we arrived, another couple was getting into the van and I asked them how their experience was. They couldn’t stop smiling saying it was so amazing. This made me really relieved, and I went into this shack where we sat and looked each other (other bedouins and myself) for a bit before the manager came in to ask me what I had planned for the day.

What did I plan for the day? Um, nothing, because when I emailed you guys telling you I was coming in the morning, the website says I would have a choice of various things to do. He said that since I was just one, and the others weren’t coming until evening, that they weren’t going to take just me out on a tour. I was getting annoyed at this point, especially since I had not been given any information when I asked, and now I was worried that I’d spend the whole day just sitting with nothing to do.

Fortunately, he agreed to send me to another camp that was going to do a camel ride through the desert, a jeep ride through the desert, sandboarding, lunch made by our guide, hiking, sunset tour, dinner, and dancing under the stars. Sign me up. So I got driven over to another office, and sat until more people arrived.

2 Chinese girls arrived and after talking with the American volunteer who is there studying Arabic about his life in the camp, we were off on camel back across the desert. It was very bright, and the Chinese girls were dousing themselves with sunscreen. After a good 45 minutes, we arrived at a spring which was used for various Bedouin camps to get water. You saw a trail of green from the hillside all the way down.

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We then got in the back of a 30 year old Nissan truck ‘jeep’ and headed off into the sunny desertscape that had flat sand areas that we drove through, with huge clumps of rounded mountains towering all around us. We finally got to a huge hillside that other people had stopped at to ‘sandboard’, so I thought I’d give it a shot. I was a little nervous because everyone was falling as they went down. I dragged this stupid snowboard up an impossible hill, as the sand just sinks when you try to climb up it. The sand was red like rust and got all over my feet and legs and filled my shoes until I took them off to bring them up. After getting strapped into the snowboard, I pushed off and sat there. Everyone watched with baited breath as I bent low to keep my center of gravity. However, I wasn’t moving. So I hopped forward a bit more, bent low, and again, nothing. I literally hopped down this entire stupid sand dune to no sliding avail. I don’t know what it was, but it was disappointing, and I didn’t want to try it again.

After this, we were on our way for more of a tour around Wadi Rum and we arrived at Lawrence of Arabia’s house foundation. Here they had some refreshments like tea and shisha, and we rested for a little bit before going on our little hike.

Once we made it through a canyon to the other side, our driver was starting to prepare a fire for our meal. I had these amazing thoughts of lamb on a shishkebab firing away with vegetables and hummus. However, when he started cutting the tomatoes with his bare hands, and putting onions into the pan that looked well beyond used, I started having my doubts. After they simmered a while, he started to prep the hummus from a can, feta cheese, from a can, tuna, from a can, and we began our meal. Surprisingly, the food was good, but of course not having any meat to satiate my hunger of having hiked and been in the sun all morning, I was hopeful for more sustenance. Luckily, the Chinese girls broke out a chocolate bar at the end of the meal, so I forgot about eating only vegetables for lunch.

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After we left, we had joined another group. These trucks have been run into the ground, and no pun intended, when we launched over a sanddune and into the valley, we got stuck. He rammed it into reverse, and I thought, oh this isn’t good, he’s going to back up right into the hillside, and sure enough he did. The next half hour was spent laughing with our other comrades as we tried to push the truck out of the sand. Luckily it worked, and we were then able to continue our exploration of the desert.

We then were off to do more hiking, and got to the tall bridge. We were wondering how we could get up this huge rock mountain that had a natural bridge going across it. Before we knew it, our drivers had taken off their shoes and were running up the rocks barefoot, so we followed suit and clung to the rocks like monkeys on our way up. The view from the top was beautiful and we took in a wonderful 360 view of the desert surrounding us. The Chinese girls wanted to try out sand boarding, and while I waited at the bottom, I lavished in some of the softest sand barefoot ever. It reminded me of the awesome sand of the Whitsundays in Australia, not as fluffy, but still quite soft…and of course not white.

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After this, we headed to check into our camp for a little rest before we headed out for the sunset. I was starving at this point and was hopeful that the sunset would hurry along trying to be patient. As we drove out with the other trucks from our camp, we soon lost them to various lookouts, and our driver apparently took us to a lone hill where no one was. We sat on the sanddune looking westward at the setting sun and watched the colors of the sky fade from blue to orange. On our way, camels were roaming off in the distance as silhouettes that accompanied the Arab music our driver was blaring out of the Nissan. He also brought his shisha and lit it up at the bottom of the hill while we watched the sunset.

After about an hour, we were  back in the truck and the air started to get cooler. We made our way back to camp, and luckily food had been underground cooking in a fire pit where chicken, potatoes, and other vegetables were plunged from this hole in the ground. It was a fun way to start the buffet dinner, and I was excited to finally be eating some meat :)

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During dinner, I spoke with some Australians and we talked about the trip in Jordan and such. They were a nice couple. It was interesting, the camp was represented by Americans–who no one talked to one another, French, Russians, Australians, Italians, and Jordanians. It was a league of nations, but everyone was coupled off, so it was a little odd for the interaction. I was expecting a more relaxed atmosphere like a hostel, but this was like a couples retreat that everyone seemed to have barely any interest in speaking, except for the nice Aussies.

The night was bright with a half moon, and I was looking forward to seeing the stars, so as we finished dinner and went outside for some traditional music, and a forced ice breaking dance of a duck duck goose type rule, I was ready to be off on my own and watch the stars. I was exhausted from the day, and after chatting more with the Aussies, I decided it might be time for me to get some sleep in my little tent.

I did wake up in the middle of the night, and after the moon set, the stars were really beautiful. You could see the Milky Way and all the stars peering back at you, lighting my way to the toilet :)

Trip to Petra

The day began very early with having to go to the bus station early to catch the 6 am bus down to Petra. It was easy to wake up because I’d just been woken up by the prayer call at 4am :) Walking into the bus station I got my ticket and sat. While sitting, in came Deborah, the archeologist I had just met at the Dead Sea the day prior. I then got in board, and in the seat next to me sat down a woman and behind us, her two daughters. The woman looked local, but not. She was shorter, in her 50s, with curly brown hair, but not too curly, cropped near her neck. She had glasses and a sweet grandma like face that smiled at me when she sat. Her daughters spoke with a North American accent and they were talking about the border crossing into Israel. My ears perked up to hear their story as I’ll be trying out the border crossing in the next couple of days. Just after that, the woman sitting next to me and turned to begin a conversation. She had brought her daughters to visit her mother in Palestine for the first time.

Throughout our conversation, I learned that she was a Fulbright scholar who had left there to go to the US and study. She’s a scientist working with biomedical type things. She detailed about her childhood how they would play in Jerusalem, and now things have gotten so bad for them that it’s like a prison within each city. She feels like it’s gotten so much worse that she’s thankful she was able to leave when she had the opportunity so her children wouldn’t grow up in that type of environment. She continued to talk about her life as she met her Moroccan husband, worked in Saudi Arabia for 2 years as a woman, and the challenges that that presented. Simple things such as her being chased and harassed by men because she had a little piece of hair coming out of her hijab (head covering).

She applied for a green card in the US after her studies because she had a relative that already lived in the states, in Tennessee funnily enough. She said that since they never came back with information on her green card, that she had to end up somewhere, and there was an opportunity to become a resident of Canada, so her and her husband chose there to start their family. Fast forward 20 years, and she now has a US greencard that finally was approved just 15 years after her application. It was incredible to think that they even process an application that old, because obviously, you would have to decide to create a life somewhere else. I really enjoyed speaking with her, learning more about Palestine, the environment that lies just over the river, and am even more interested in visiting to see for myself what life is like there. It was a great way to pass the 4 hour ride down to Petra, and I’m lucky she sat next to me so she could share.

Once I arrived, I checked into the hotel which was perfectly located at the main gate of Petra. The reviews were right when they said you couldn’t be any closer. So I dropped my stuff, had a quick lunch, and headed into the park for my first experience of visiting Petra. On my way down the hill I met an American couple that had quit their jobs and were traveling around the world for an indefinite time. They were from Oklahoma, and really nice letting me know their thoughts of Petra thusfar. I decided to go against the recommendation for my first day which was to not try to go all the way to the monastery, but I decided since I didn’t have a full day, I should go ahead and see the monastery, so I could focus on the other places for the full day tomorrow. I’m glad I did.

Going through the park was really tiring, as you head down the paths in between huge beautiful rock creations that are painted red, maroon, rust, all in stripes showing their ages and wear. The views were beautiful, and sounds of horse shoes hitting the rock floor as carriages flew by haphazardly speeding with usually heavyset tourists who couldn’t make the walk themselves. The end of the path brings you to the grand entrance, the treasury, and this is a sight to behold. It peeks through the curved walls of the towering rocks where you catch a glimpse, you are stunned by it’s smooth immaculate beauty of craftsmanship. What’s even more amazing, is that it was carved completely from the rock on the hillside, from the top down. The amount of mathematics, precision, architecture and design that went into this structure was awe inspinring, and was a beautiful experience.

I then continued down the path through various structures of tombs, wall carvings and the like, and hiked all the way to the Monastery which offered yet another beautiful view of these amazing structures. The view from the top of the mountain overlooking the Monastery was incredible, and though it was a strenuous hike for about 3 hours, I’m glad I went all the way. I decided to ride a camel back which was fun, and very tourist-like, but fun none the less. After my ride back up to the Treasury for just $5JD, I was relieved to be heading back to the hotel to shower and get some food for the night. I slept like a ton of bricks in a fabulous, clean, soft bed that night.

The next morning, I had a great breakfast at the hotel and started my day off with a full belly and went down to do round two. This time, I wanted to do the ‘Indiana Jones’ trail which takes you above the valley by hiking on the mountains by horseback. After settling on a deal from the horse guys, I was set off with a guide, which turned out to be horrible, to go along the trails at the top of the mountains. This is when traveling alone can become frustrating, because despite his inability to communicate in English, he knew the words for pay me big tip, it’s hot, no water, I need big tip. This is the fastest way to not get a tip, and after about an hour of his babbling