Day 8: The Tombs of Hierapolis

Day 8: The Tombs of Hierapolis

I slept wonderfully last night. The weather was great, the bed was extra cozy, and a view that took you over the mountains. The night before the owner had told me to just knock on his door downstairs for breakfast. Why? Their home is the entire first floor. Breakfast was in their kitchen. It was just me in the dining area and no one else. The owner’s wife was cooking in the kitchen while I nibbled on olives, toast, and something else that’s very Turkish which I can’t remember, probably a slice of tomatoe or cucumber. As I was wrapping up, the wife slapped a HUGE omellette on my plate with a bunch of honey, butter and strawberry packets. WOW. Best breakfast so far. HOT food! I’ve definitely taken hot food for granted. Now if we can just get this bread...

Day 7: St. John’s Tomb

Day 7: St. John’s Tomb

I woke up pretty early today, just in time for Fajr. The masjid was only one or two minutes from the hotel on the scooter and its entrance was situated in front of a graveyard. I don’t know if that’s how it was designed, but it was sort of nice to visit the graves unintentionally before and after Fajr salat. The weather was so crisp, I took the scooter out to explore the city a little. The ‘poor’ sections of the city were easy to find, they were just over the next hill and at elevated portions of the city. The people were loading in to what appeared to be farm trucks, and later I found out that the bread we eat fresh in Ephesus was made right here in this section of the city while everyone is sleeping. After I took my ‘reality check’ spin of the city I...

Day 6: The Ruins of Old

Day 6: The Ruins of Old

The morning had to reveal something better about the hotel so I decided to check out the balcony. I turned the knob and it fell to the ground. Whatever. Breakfast was almost as horrible as the room. Tomatoes, one boiled egg, cucumbers, old sesame bread, and some bread that loked stale, jam and butter. i jsut had the jam, butter, and stale bread. Packed up, left the stuff in the office and indicated to the guy that I was ready to head out. The guy says “What?”. I said, “Let’s goto Ephesus, your boss said you’d take me.” He had no clue and instead told me to goto the bus station and catch a ride there. Annoying. I dropped my bags in the office and figured I’d get a scooter and drive myself around instead. It was only 35 liras for 24 hours, and he...

Day 5: To Ephesus!

Day 5: To Ephesus!

Woke up late. No surprise there. Breakfast was GRRREEAT. I didn’t have any Frosted Flakes, but they had these cheesty sticks. They looked like eggrolls, but the shell was flakier and was filled with white cheese. I packed my bags as quickly as possible and headed out to the Otogart (bus terminal). In order to get to the Otogart, I had to catch the Tram and make a transfer on the Metro. I had no idea what the Metro was, and everyone I asked couldn’t explain it to me. They kept pointing in a general direction, and it took me a little while to realize they are poing towards a staircase which is going underground. I’m understanding this situation. It was really frustrating trying to figure out what this Metro thing is and how to get there. It wasn’t marked...

Day 4: The Grand Bazaar

Day 4: The Grand Bazaar

I met a few people from the Netherlands over breakfast and the cat wasn’t hungry at all today. After I filled up on salami, cheese, cucumbers, and lots of juice I headed over to the Grand Bazaar. The weather was pretty gloomy… Rain. On my way there it started sprinkling, and it wasn’t too bad seeing as how the Grand Bazaar itself is only 5 – 8 minutes away from my hotel. FYI: The Grand Bazaar is supposed to be THE spot for all your shopping in all of Turkey. They’re supposed to have the best deals, the most quantity, the most vendors (about 4,000 according to Lonely Planet), and the bazaar itself is extremely old. They have jewelry, antique, art, food, and clothin stores, cafes, restaurants, and much more. After a little browsing the rain came down...

Day 3: The Prophet’s Manuscripts

Day 3: The Prophet’s Manuscripts

The plan was to do a lot more yesterday, but that didn’t seem to happen. I’m relaxing a little too much, but it’s all good. I ended up waking up at 10:30 and missing breakfast. Perhaps I shouldn’t have stayed out so late at Taksim, and blogging isn’t as easy as I thought it was. I headed out to Aya Sofia first. It costs a whopping 10 liras to get into the church turned masjid turned museum. It’s also known as Haga Sofiya or St. Sofiya. There is no adhan and no salat, people just wander in and out with the renovators and the students. It’s a real pretty place, with mosaics of Jesus (peace be upon him), depictions of saints from Christianity, beautiful arabic calligraphy and more. The Christian mosaics are actually being uncovered because they were...