Monday, November 27, 2006

"Turkey" Day

One of the most important aspects of living abroad is sharing your cultural traditions with new people, and embracing the traditions of others. Luckily for me, I got the chance to share one of Americans' most important and time-honored traditions with my new Turkish friends. The opportunity to share Thanksgiving--a tradition the very purpose of which is to share food and culture--was too good to pass up. So about eight of the Americans whom I've been spending time with invited their Turkish roommates and friends to our feast, which we the Americans (and two Canadians) organized and prepared. One of the American girls' father owned a home right off campus overlooking the Bosphorus. It was huge and offered stunning views of Bebek and the Asian shore. You can tell from the pictures that Thanksgiving was definitely a success. After being in Turkey for almost three months, it was a good way for to reconnect to home and show my Turkish friends that there are some good things to share from across the pond.


The plate that almost did me in.


Erin and I are posing with our beautiful and tasty creation.


The gang of Turkey Day.
from left to right: Alex (got cut off), Adam, John, Kendall, Jill (hidden), amy?, Erin, Alex, Amy J., Onur, Rachel, Greg, Dean, Adam?, Max, Gorkan.



Me, with my haunch of meat that could feed a family of four.


The starting line-up.


No Thanksgiving is complete without football (American).

Saturday, November 25, 2006

Because this is Булгариа....


Rila Monastery

For the weekend, 10 of us decided to take a nice relaxing trip to СОФИЯ (Sophia), Bulgaria. We grabbed the overnight train out of Istanbul on Thursday. After another harrowing experience on the international trains, we arrived in Sophia at about 11:30 A.M. Friday. Since my family is reading this blog, I won't be going into too much detail about the events of the night on the train. That being said, despite lingering effects of the train I was immediately aware of how polluted the city was in comparison to Istanbul. I had to ask Aaron if what I thought was a blanket of fog covering the city was actually covering my eyes. It was the city. It was gross.

It's a typical, depressing looking eastern European city. And, yes, I realize how ignorant that statement sounds, but it was honestly my first opinion of Sophia. I should point out, however, that it was better than my first impression of Bucharest! We probably walked two miles from the train station into the heart of the city, which was a very sobering experience. But despite the overwhelming amount of graffiti and homeless and dirt, there are some really nice parts of Sophia (they have a yellow-bricked road!).

We then checked into our hostel near the center of the city. The hostel was extremely nice. They offered free breakfast, laundry, dinner, internet, etc. We were lucky that they had open beds for 10 of us. Also, there were 3 other Americans also studying with us at Bogazici that were staying in the hostel, so we hung out with them too. After relaxing a bit, we got together to see some of the famous churches of the city. I didn't take my camera, so I missed out on pictures of that, but we did see some really beautiful Eastern Orthodox churches. We also walked through a bazaar of old Soviet and Nazi stuff. I didn't buy anything. Aaron bought a marmot.

On Saturday a group from the hostel assembled and traveled to the Rila Mountains to see the famous Rila Monastery. It was my first visit to a monastery, and it was nice. The monastery itself was pretty huge, and the chapel had some really cool mosaics covering the walls on the outside. I was more excited, however, just to be getting out of the city. It was nice to get some fresh(er) air. It was a 3 hour ride there by car, and we stayed for a couple hours. Unfortunately I didn't have enough time to do hiking (I heard there were nice trails nearby), but I did eat at a cool restaurant. Saturday night the group got together again and went to the student section of town where we heard there was a decent nightlife, and they were right.

Sunday everyone decided to do different things. A group of people stayed in Sophia, A group (including me) went to Plovdiv, and one person went to the Old Capitol. 7 of us arrived in Plovdiv (we acquired one extra member in the Hostel, a young man from Whales). Plovdiv was another poluted Bulgarian city, and I was definitely unimpressed by what I saw near the train station. However, my experiences have shown that train stations aren't typically located in the nicest part of town.
Plovdiv

We met a nice man in the train station and we walked to the center of town with us, where we ate at something not entirely that different from Applebee's. A little more inspection of the city yielded some really neat things. We saw a Roman Amphitheatre, a church, a mosque, and other neat things. We didn't really spend enough time to really explore the city. I'm sure there were a lot of good things going on in Plovdiv, but we only had the day because we were planning to take the night train to Istanbul).

Well we went to buy a train ticket and we found out that you cannot buy an international train ticket out of Plovdiv on Sundays. The ticket lady told us that we had to "buy" it on the train. Sound fishy? It was. Luckily one of us was turkish and thus speaks turkish and could communicate with the conductor. It was a really complicated situation which involved us buying a ticket from Plovdiv to the border then buying another ticket from the border to Istanbul. Well, i could only buy the first ticket because the only currency I had was Bulgarian Leva (I was told that was all I would need). and it was only 5 leva (3.5 dollars). I had to have someone else pay for my bed (16 turkish Lira), then we had to buy the other ticket to Istanbul (30 $US i think). On top of all this, when we got to the turkish border, the conductor gave us 60 Euros and made us buy him as many cartons of cigarettes at the duty-free shop as we could afford. I'm sure none of this was legal, but we were tired and did not want to be left at the Turkish Border in the middle of no-where. Luckily we were travelling first class, so I got a decent night's sleep. Now I'm stuck with 50 bulgarian Leva. I think that there is a girl that will buy it off me because she is planning to go to bulgaria sometime.

Wednesday, November 08, 2006

Bran


Yes, that is a castle
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On Wednesday we went with a big group of travellers from the hostel and took a bus to Bran to see the castle there. Aaron and I sat in the back of the bus and talked with the two dudes from England about the difference between American and British slang and insults. It was really fun. The British have some sweet insults. Anyway, it was a short 45 minute trip to Bran. Bran is a really small town that really only gets by on the insane amount of tourism they get from the Castle. They pitch the castle as "Dracula's Castle" for the tourism, but in reality Dracula (Vlad Tepes) probably never stepped foot in there. Outside of the castle is a small tourist trap area with a lot of vampire t-shirts and general tourist junk. I bought a sweet postcard for sarah carman, but I lost it in the hostel. Inside the gate there is a preserved farming community thing from the 1400s. Some log houses and stuff.

So, It is a 15th Century Castle, and we spent a long time walking around inside. I'm bored with this post so i'm going to just stop there. if you are curious about more, just email me or wait until I get back so i can show you some sweet pictures.

I'm leaving for Sofia, Bulgaria tonight. be back sometime next week. peace.


Wednesday, November 01, 2006

Halloween


Even though we are in Turkey, we must adhere to our traditions. Thus, we dressed up for the most fun holiday of the year, Halloween. I'm sure when we went out, the people on the street thought we had lost our minds (Turks don't celebrate this holiday). It was fun though.


From left to right:

MC Skidmark, Hottie Cop, Frat Boy, Miss America, Turkish Scarf Lady, and Retarded Ninja