Monday, 24 November 2014
Sunday, 23 November 2014
Saturday, 22 November 2014
Pedestrian traffic almost came to a standstill because of this man. People whipped out their mobiles and started recording him. Whatever he was singing, no one understood, but pride in one's art is something that makes us human beings stop in our tracks if for a while.
Exactly what these corporate figures were doing on the sidewalk. No doubt more successful than this one legged man, nevertheless he found a bunch of admirers in them.
" I am a gypsy and I come from Romania "
he declared openly. An indomitable spirit that made them smile.
Where the red tram ends is where one can come across small pockets of street performers. I don't know what their arrangement is but on my first trip there was even a black guy from the US rapping in front of a truly appreciative Turkish audience.
But my jaw still dropped because I never expected to see Native Indians over on this part of the world !
Friday, 21 November 2014
I would not even have noticed this candy seller
if not for one Japanese girl. She was posing with him and instructing her boyfie to snap them together quick.
Now, what was it she saw in him. Either his candy is really good or .....let's find out.
I tell him I want one and hold my finger up like Rosmah heh heh.
Yes, another item struck off my bucket list. Have finally used The Tünel Underground funicular tram to get to the other end of Istiklal Avenue. Opened in 1875, and in operation for 139 years, I'm a little bit dissapointed that the tram itself is not like the wooden marvel that is Line A found in Buenos Aires.
Still, it was a quick and easy ride, with almost no crowd. Just take the ride down and take more pictures at the nostalgic ticket counter in Karakoy.
Thursday, 20 November 2014
Not even a slight drizzle could keep me away from Siirt Seref.
I did not walk all the way from Seyidoglu on a full stomach just to be turned off into coming. Along the way, I found a great jacket at De Facto, changed some Euros at one of the most bloodsucking moneychangers whose rate was worse than the airport, made a little girl smile , bumped into a family in despair who sought refuge at a small camii, and came across an old man waving what I think was a Kurdish flag. By the time we reach the Valens Aqueduct, it is around 5:30 pm. The row of cay sippers are nowhere to be found .
Wednesday, 19 November 2014
Friday, 14 November 2014
At a time when there are hundreds of hotels out there in Istanbul for me to choose from and I end up here a second time, speaks volumes for this charming little hotel.
Number one, they have staff that can speak in English, secondly, every now and then you see the bosses happily walking around, actually so glad to give you a little piece of the grand old Istanbul , third I feel absolutely safe here, fourth ..good wifi connection ( how do you think I'm getting this out to you on location, right now ?) and last but not least of course , while the price is still affordable, this hotel serves one of the best Turkish breakfast spread on this side of Istanbul. Extremely good deal if you ask me , especially if you like to start off your day well fed .
Located in a cobblestone neighbourhood area that looks like a little hamlet, with a small mosque built wayback in 1553, yes you read right, the year 1553 ,in the front, the hotel lobby has undergone such a remarkable transformation that I swear this picture below which I took, just as the sun was shining in from the door, is using no filter whatsoever. Just magical don't you think ?