Today's mission was to attend a wine tasting on Bozcaada. It only took an hour to get there on the ferry from Canakkale (20TL, once a day, 9am departure, 9pm return. The other option is to take a 45 minute bus to Geyikli, where there are ferries almost every hour and a round trip costs 4TL) but on arrival we discovered that the wine tastings were mostly held at the vineyards out of town. Rather than rent a scooter (50 TL for 12 hours, available at the Polente cafe - you can also rent bikes at the harbour) we headed to the public beach at Ayazma. The beach was crowded, but the water was crystal clear and gorgeous - and absolutely freezing! The island has its own varieties of grapes, and a fair amount of wineries, which is why we decided to visit. Since we couldn't get to the vineyards, we basically went from one bar/restaurant to another trying products from each winery. We tried the Cabernet Sauvignon Special Reserve from Camlibag, which tasted like a kick in the face with a biker boot, and a Kuntra wine that was also far too young and fresh. The Talay Cabernet Sauvignon was full of wet leather, and none of the wines we tasted left anything behind once swallowed. I'm hoping for better things from the Corvus Karga 2008 (Vasilaki and Cavus grapes) that we picked up. Overall I'd say Cunda Island is a better place to visit; things are expensive in Bozcaada and it isn't as pretty, but on the flip side, you can dive and do all kinds of windsports. The highlight of my day was our delicious breakfast with the apparently-famous-in-Turkey island jams (tomato and grape) and cheeses and that a kind fruit seller gave us free grapes after a little banter. We only had time for a day trip, otherwise I'd have stayed at the 9 Oda boutique hotel. This excellent website has all the information you could need about the island.
pictures coming soon
Update: The Corvus Karga 2008 was worth the 4 hours we spent tasting bad wines. It's an excellent, refreshing mineral-y white with citrus flavours and a hint of vanilla. Super smooth; P describes it as taking a shower with citrus herbal essences shampoo, without the sting in the eyes.
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August 24, 2010
August 22, 2010
Canakkale
After taking the 9am ferry from Lesvos to Ayvalik we had a satisfying Ayvalik tost at the bus station and started asking around about buses to various cities on the way to Istanbul. The earliest bus available was to Canakkale, so that's where we went. The 3 hour ride turned into a 5 hour one, but we were dropped off in the main square just in front of the ferry terminal. The heavy tourist traffic from down under means that there is plenty of decent accommodation around the centre. You might want to book a hotel way in advance if you're coming around ANZAC day though. We checked out most of the hotels in town, and almost all were in the 100-120 TL range with a few for 70-80 (for a double room), and after looking at a couple of rooms eventually settled on Hotel Helen Park, which had the cleanest and prettiest rooms. Hotel Temizay, Hotel Helen, Hotel Anafartalar (someone should tell them this name is a total stitch-up), and the Boutique hotel in the side street across from Anafartalar are also safe bets. For a budget place, the ANZAC hostel on the main street is alright but doesn't have ensuite bathrooms (40 TL for a double, less for a bed in a shared room).
Canakkale seems, on the whole, a chill and livable place, but it's not much to look at. The city was the site of a bloody battle in 1915 between the England/France and the Ottoman Empire for control of Constantinople (now Istanbul). It's an historically rich area for military and ancient history buffs, with all the archaeological and battlefield sites nearby and the giant guns and cannons displayed around the city.
After a brief once-over of the restaurants and bars in harbour area - where, incidentally, the giant horse used in the movie Troy is displayed - we walked through the whole city to find the archaeological museum. It's mildly interesting, small and unimpressive, but still, seeing the ancient ruins discovered in the area makes you ruminate on the nature of time. It's worth a quick visit, if only to get a sense of the layout of the city on the way there. We tasted the famous and absolutely delicious "Peynirli Helvasi" or cheese halva (which doesn't really taste like cheese) that is unique to the region and of course ate the best Turkish food ever, Lahmacun. It's kind of like a thin Turkish pizza, covered with tomato sauce, chillies, and ground up meat and served with lettuce, parsley, lemon wedges, and tomatoes. Always cheap and always delicious!
Lahmacun!
Peynir Helvasi
By the canal
Canakkale by night
Trojan Horse from 'Troy'
Statue of Emperor Hadrian at Arkeoloji Muzesi
For tomorrow, we've decided to avoid that tourist traps of Gallipoli and Troy and head to Bozcaada, Turkey's second largest Aegean Island and one of the larger producers of Turkish wine. For those who do want to go to Troy or Gallipoli, there are frequent buses and minibuses from the otogar, or you can take a tour from one of the many agencies near the ferry terminal.
Canakkale seems, on the whole, a chill and livable place, but it's not much to look at. The city was the site of a bloody battle in 1915 between the England/France and the Ottoman Empire for control of Constantinople (now Istanbul). It's an historically rich area for military and ancient history buffs, with all the archaeological and battlefield sites nearby and the giant guns and cannons displayed around the city.
After a brief once-over of the restaurants and bars in harbour area - where, incidentally, the giant horse used in the movie Troy is displayed - we walked through the whole city to find the archaeological museum. It's mildly interesting, small and unimpressive, but still, seeing the ancient ruins discovered in the area makes you ruminate on the nature of time. It's worth a quick visit, if only to get a sense of the layout of the city on the way there. We tasted the famous and absolutely delicious "Peynirli Helvasi" or cheese halva (which doesn't really taste like cheese) that is unique to the region and of course ate the best Turkish food ever, Lahmacun. It's kind of like a thin Turkish pizza, covered with tomato sauce, chillies, and ground up meat and served with lettuce, parsley, lemon wedges, and tomatoes. Always cheap and always delicious!
Lahmacun!
Peynir Helvasi
By the canal
Canakkale by night
Trojan Horse from 'Troy'
Statue of Emperor Hadrian at Arkeoloji Muzesi
For tomorrow, we've decided to avoid that tourist traps of Gallipoli and Troy and head to Bozcaada, Turkey's second largest Aegean Island and one of the larger producers of Turkish wine. For those who do want to go to Troy or Gallipoli, there are frequent buses and minibuses from the otogar, or you can take a tour from one of the many agencies near the ferry terminal.
August 16, 2010
The (Stolen) Ruins of Bergama/Pergamon
Today we had a little adventure getting from Ayvalik to Bergama. After sorting out our ferry tickets to Lesvos we hopped on the Ayvalik-Dikilli-Bergama local bus (6.5 TL), which deposited us at the Bergama Otogar after 1.5 hours. On the way we saw endless sunflower fields, pine forests, and advertisements for thermal springs. At the otogar we were swamped by taxi drivers immediately, all of them offering to take us around the Bergama ruins for about 50-60 TL. There seemed to be no other options, and the ruins were too far to walk to, but luckily the station restaurant attendant pointed us in the direction of free dolmus services to Bergama center. There's a helpful and actually useful (so many aren't) tourism information booth right off the main square, where we got a map and headed off to explore.
There are three main ruin sites - the Red Temple, Asklepion (or the hospital complex - 15TL) and Akropol (the Acropolis complex - 20TL), in addition to the Bergama Museum. Since we have a low ruins/museum tolerance and a low budget, we opted for the Acropolis complex and decided to walk there - despite the warning that this was the only site that we needed a taxi to get to. Bergama is meh. There's not much to see, aside from a functional 16th century Turkish bathhouse. After a middling food experience at Bergama Sofrasi, which still appeared to be one of the best options available, we picked up some sesame halva and ramadan sweets at the excellent Salepcioglu Helvalari just up the road from the baths. Then we began the long walk up the hill to the Akropol, following the signs on the carpet-shop road. The first monument appeared within minutes, leading us to believe our map was to scale. Map fail! Another kilometre in the expletive-inducing heat resulted in a reckless icecream purchase and a desperate plea for directions. "The acropolis is a 2 hour walk from here! It's a one hour walk from here! You can't possibly walk there!" Finally, at the invitation of a kindly gentleman sitting beside his shop, we took a break in the shade. He promised to stop his friends and get us a ride. By this point I'd consumed copious amounts of water and was dying for the loo, and another old lady that had joined us (out of curiosity, naturally) generously allowed me to use the bathroom in her house and offered us cold water. I was secretly hoping for a tractor lift, but it didn't work out as planned and we ended up in a taxi. For those who want an even more scenic route, there is also cable car type thing that goes from the bottom of the hill to the ruins, but this was out of commission today. The best part about the acropolis site was that it was nearly empty. This could be because it was a Monday, or because of Ramadan, or because we were there in the midday heat, but it gave us a great view - the surrounding countryside on one side, and a huge reservoir on the other. The German pilfering of Turkish archaeological goodies (which are mostly in the Pergamon Museum in Berlin) has left the site pretty bare, but it was still impressive. When we were just about done three bus loads of Polish tourists poured in, so we left post haste. The heat hadn't abated at all and we ran out of shady road space so we tried to hitch hike back into town. Eventually a family from Malatya picked us up, gave us sultanas, and took us all the way back to the main street. Turkish hospitality to the rescue once again!
There are three main ruin sites - the Red Temple, Asklepion (or the hospital complex - 15TL) and Akropol (the Acropolis complex - 20TL), in addition to the Bergama Museum. Since we have a low ruins/museum tolerance and a low budget, we opted for the Acropolis complex and decided to walk there - despite the warning that this was the only site that we needed a taxi to get to. Bergama is meh. There's not much to see, aside from a functional 16th century Turkish bathhouse. After a middling food experience at Bergama Sofrasi, which still appeared to be one of the best options available, we picked up some sesame halva and ramadan sweets at the excellent Salepcioglu Helvalari just up the road from the baths. Then we began the long walk up the hill to the Akropol, following the signs on the carpet-shop road. The first monument appeared within minutes, leading us to believe our map was to scale. Map fail! Another kilometre in the expletive-inducing heat resulted in a reckless icecream purchase and a desperate plea for directions. "The acropolis is a 2 hour walk from here! It's a one hour walk from here! You can't possibly walk there!" Finally, at the invitation of a kindly gentleman sitting beside his shop, we took a break in the shade. He promised to stop his friends and get us a ride. By this point I'd consumed copious amounts of water and was dying for the loo, and another old lady that had joined us (out of curiosity, naturally) generously allowed me to use the bathroom in her house and offered us cold water. I was secretly hoping for a tractor lift, but it didn't work out as planned and we ended up in a taxi. For those who want an even more scenic route, there is also cable car type thing that goes from the bottom of the hill to the ruins, but this was out of commission today. The best part about the acropolis site was that it was nearly empty. This could be because it was a Monday, or because of Ramadan, or because we were there in the midday heat, but it gave us a great view - the surrounding countryside on one side, and a huge reservoir on the other. The German pilfering of Turkish archaeological goodies (which are mostly in the Pergamon Museum in Berlin) has left the site pretty bare, but it was still impressive. When we were just about done three bus loads of Polish tourists poured in, so we left post haste. The heat hadn't abated at all and we ran out of shady road space so we tried to hitch hike back into town. Eventually a family from Malatya picked us up, gave us sultanas, and took us all the way back to the main street. Turkish hospitality to the rescue once again!
August 15, 2010
Tintype images on Cunda Island
This morning we took a dolmus (shared taxi, 2 TL per person) from Ayvalik Main Square to Cunda Island. The fish restaurants at the harbour have lines of olive oil bottles, the regional speciality, and freshly caught fish on display. We chose to eat at a restaurant further inland, but be warned that you should negotiate prices beforehand to avoid being hit by an excessively large bill. The unbearable midday heat led us to set out on a search for the best beach, and after walking past a shipyard, olive groves and grassy plains with farm animals we found a tiny plantation of beach umbrellas and decided to take a dip. Unfortunately the water was shallow, with some treacherous rocks underfoot, so we only swam for a few minutes to cool down. We subsequently found out that it was a private beach, with a swimming pool and a 20 TL cover charge to get in, but if you act fabulous (or swim and sneak away, as we did), it's unlikely that anyone will hassle you. Disappointingly, we didn't see any fishing cats, but a few locals confirmed that the rumour was true, and that they had seen cats catching eels and small fish.
Cunda Island is beautiful, with dry grassy fields that look like they came straight out of cowboy tintype photographs. The beaches aren't all that, but the raw beauty more than makes up for the painfully saline water. Further inland are some crumbling churches and Ottoman houses, all of which have been inspected and catalogued by the Turkish government. The cobbled footpaths and slowly decaying stone houses on the approach to the top of the hill make you feel like you're in an old black and white film, and once at the top you get a 360 degree view of the island and the bluer than blue Aegean water. Turks have intensifiers for all colours, (for example, mavi is blue, but masmavi is extremely blue) and the view here makes the reason for that obvious.
The local cuisine is mainly fish and vegetables cooked with herbs and olive oil, apparently prepared in a way that is unique to the region. After peeking into a couple of places, we ate at the excellent Ayna, a bright, charming slow-food restaurant. We shared the Balik Sahanaki - Cubed Mediterranean white fish cooked with vegetables and tomato sauce. I haven't eaten fish in a while, so it was a lovely surprise.
Cunda Island is beautiful, with dry grassy fields that look like they came straight out of cowboy tintype photographs. The beaches aren't all that, but the raw beauty more than makes up for the painfully saline water. Further inland are some crumbling churches and Ottoman houses, all of which have been inspected and catalogued by the Turkish government. The cobbled footpaths and slowly decaying stone houses on the approach to the top of the hill make you feel like you're in an old black and white film, and once at the top you get a 360 degree view of the island and the bluer than blue Aegean water. Turks have intensifiers for all colours, (for example, mavi is blue, but masmavi is extremely blue) and the view here makes the reason for that obvious.
The local cuisine is mainly fish and vegetables cooked with herbs and olive oil, apparently prepared in a way that is unique to the region. After peeking into a couple of places, we ate at the excellent Ayna, a bright, charming slow-food restaurant. We shared the Balik Sahanaki - Cubed Mediterranean white fish cooked with vegetables and tomato sauce. I haven't eaten fish in a while, so it was a lovely surprise.
August 12, 2010
Eyup and Santralistanbul
If I had more time in Istanbul, I'd repeatedly visit SantralIstanbul museum and the Energy Museum on the campus of Istanbul Bilgi University in Eyup. The Energy Museum is basically a disused power plant (and I do love derelict factories) and the parking lot has breathtaking views of surrounding Eyup and the Golden Horn. We were able to catch the tail end of one of the free jazz performances from the Istanbul Jazz Festival, while P's frisbee team played nearby. Eyup is one of the more interesting areas in Istanbul, packed with colourful hillside houses, a beautiful cemetery, one of Istanbul's 2 cable car transport systems, and a bizarre carnival park. You can take the ferry from Uskudar or get there by bus/Bilgi's free shuttles from Taksim.
Eat: Tamirane, a converted warehouse, has delicious (though pricey) cocktails and a well thought out menu. Has the added bonus of live music.
Eat: Tamirane, a converted warehouse, has delicious (though pricey) cocktails and a well thought out menu. Has the added bonus of live music.
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