hiking camping backpack in istanbul

hiking camping backpack in istanbul

hiking camping backpack in istanbul

hiking camping backpack in istanbul

hiking camping backpack in istanbul

hiking camping backpack in istanbul

hiking camping backpack in istanbul

hiking camping backpack in istanbul

hiking camping backpack in istanbul

hiking camping backpack in istanbul

hiking camping backpack in istanbul

hiking camping backpack in istanbul

hiking camping backpack in istanbul

hiking camping backpack in istanbul

I arrived at the most bus station at 5, 30 am on Wednesday, July 20th. It was eventually an extended night, with lots of “gets off & on” in the borders and duty free zone to the regular checks. Once arrived, I had to operate and catch my host Hun before he goes to labor. I caused it to be in time following his instructions, dropped my backpack and went straight towards the Uzbek consulate. It wasn’t easy to locate it but as I‘d been the only real passenger left inside the shuttle bus (Dolmus ) the driver decided to bring me there. When I told him I‘d been Bulgarian we started discussing the connection between our two countries, me, using all of the Bulgarian words I assumed could have experienced Turkish origin… and him… mmm, just speaking Turkish. It was eventually something such as this : The driver “Galata Saray”… Me “Barca” sharing our football team preferences.. Well, after quite lots of asking and going up and through hills, we found it and in fact he gave me his phone number just in case I wanna meet him again and continue with these deep conversation. It took lower than 2 hours to obtain my visa, including the 20 min journey towards the bank to pay out the visa fee (80$ ) and also the same time to obtain back. Usually it will take as much as every week to obtain the visa but when have the ear of a LOI (letter of invitation ) which I got from Stantours beforehand (30 € ). Inside the whole area in which the consulate was, nobody spoke English, but surprisingly they spoke Russian. Even the guy inside the consulate spoke Russian to me.

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So subsequent 3 days I‘d been running around consulates each morning and sightseeing inside the afternoon, eating and going out with Hun inside the evening.

I requested the Turkmen visa but I still don’t know if I´ll have it. I must call in 2 weeks. Couldnt obtain the Kyrgyz one simply since they lost of visa stickers ! ! ! ! However they were waiting to the confident people, in 20 days ! ! ! Well, hopefully I´ll have it in Ankara.
There have been many bars and restaurants in Taksim area, much like those in Barcelona, but all open till very late, including the surface area… I guess there was no problem using the neighbours. It was eventually full of individuals everywhere, even at 4, 5 am.. after which everyone was getting hungry and it was eventually ” kebap ” time : )

 

The Bulgarian Iron Church
On Friday I met up with Egemen, a man from CS, who took me towards the Bulgarian church “Sveti Stefan” so we spent the afternoon roaming the gorgeous narrowed streets of Besiktas (reminded me a little bit of San Francisco ).

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All bumpy and jagged due to the rain and wind i guess
The quantity of messages I got from Turkish guys in Istanbul on CS, was impressive. In 5 days I probably got greater than 40 messages from guys welcoming me and offering their “services”. Hun told me that which was a normal, other girls got even more…But it was eventually still shocking, never happened to me before in other countries.
The city itself was so vivid – an enormous mixture of cultures, chaos, many traffic (it seems nobody keep your traffic regulation…but in case you plan to interrupt them, just beep twice after which its all good J ). People were very friendly and helpful. They Might even pay for the bus ticket and wouldn’t accept the cash for the (happened to me 3 times – 3 different girls made it happen ! ! ) as in a lot of the buses in Istanbul you can‘t buy the ticket coming from the bus driver, it really works only having a card which I obviously didn’t have. Just many of the guys were a little too “direct” but I guess I will be able to need to get designed to that as I will certainly be travelling in Muslim countries for a good length of time.
One among my biggest entertainments during Istanbul was finding words in Turkish that are identical in Bulgarian. There will be numerous the strategies however we (Bulgarians ) aren‘t mindful of that at least I‘ve never thought about this. So I spent long hours asking how things around me are called in Turkish and celebrating it once the word was a similar or almost a similar. I believe we use a minimum of 300-400 Turkish words in your daily routine however the funny thing is I couldn’t make even one sentence out the strategies cos they‘re all things and never one verb. And in fact I needed these verbs afterward, when I found myself stuck in just a little village with people that didn’t really know what Yes and No in English mean.

 

Me&Vitali
Randomly a friend of mine from Barcelona (Vitali, a Finish guy ) had a single night stopover in Istanbul on his method to Tanzania. So we met at this CS party near Taxim square after which we visited another bar having a roof top terrace so he will let me know about his new life in Tanzania.

Next day all of us went on the ferry trip on Bosphorus

 

Coming from the ferry

 

It took 2 hours and never 45 minutes once we thought so Vitali missed his flight…That night he also slept upon the couch in Hun’s house. Poor Vitali, got into such a lot trouble missing that flight but im sure he caused it to be home safe and sound, having to catch a flight to Ethiopia and God knows what type of transport through Kenya to get to Mwanza

My last day in Istanbul was actually the foremost entertaining and relaxing one. My initial intention was to reach directly towards the bus station and catch my bus towards the eco farm. So I packed my things, said goodbye to Hun and Vitali and left. However I changed my mind and decided to remain an additional day. So I headed to Egemen’s house in Besiktas. He was there with two friends of his – an American / Israeli residing in Shanghai and also a Turkish / American guy. A little late, his beautiful sister came and brought us Börec for breakfast. Then after many pottering about, we finally left the house and visited this “Sky Free Urban festival” that was happening in Bilgi University area. It was eventually a beautiful day, nice music, full of individuals, juggling, playing Frisbee, Jenga (Giant wood block tower game ) or other games you are able to possibly play upon the grass. In fact there would be a concert too and a lot of beers involved. Egemen and his friends were fun and the idiotic jokes and moves just made my day perfect. We stayed until the final concert finished after which went to the regular “tantuni” (from Adana -somehow I only hung out with people from Adana in Istanbul ).

 

Jenga

 

With Nigal with their pastry shop

On the method to Babakale in which the eco farm is, I‘d been supposed to obtain a minibus from Ayvacik but surprise, surprise… from the time I got there, all of the buses were gone. The only real hotel inside the village was full, no people on CS and I had no place to rest. As I‘d been the attraction at this small bus station, I started to obtain different proposals coming from the guys working or hanging available… They had been all unclear and suspicious like “I´ll offer you my house key and you may sleep there, don’t worry I‘ve just one key” and blab la bla.. It was eventually all annoying and disturbing so I visited the “nicest” looking cafe at the bus station (there

Although their house was nice, they still had this Turkish style toilet
were only 3 the strategies ) to obtain some food and to flee from all that. I guess I looked a little upset and miserable there cos the owner from the cafe and his wife were really concerned about me and were trying to assist me. The communication was difficult cos my Turkish with no verbs, and the English with no words didn’t help much… However they were so nice that I wound up spending the night at their place. Back inside the house, Nigal (the wife ) showed me photos of the wedding, their kids as babies and grownups, etc. I showed her photos of my niece and somehow we were able to communicate. I slept in her own daughter´s room. Next morning we visited a pastry shop they own also, i got on internet and lastly because of Google translator we‘d a “normal” conversation and could say all of the things we couldn’t say or ask the night before. Back in the bus station Nigal and Omar made me breakfast, gave us a bag filled with pastries to the journey and treated me as I‘d been their very own child. Turkish hospitality i might say, such nice people ! I gave them my current email and that they gave me their address, phone numbers, the email and tel quantity of their daughter who doesn’t speak English either… I hope I see them again upon the method to Cappadocia…

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