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Istanbul - Day Three – From the Bosphorus With Love

Day Three – From the Bosphorus With Love

Day Three was boat trip day. Now relying on my credit card, we took a taxi back to the Galata Bridge, with is no less seedy in daylight. Here we caught a three-hour boat trip up the Bosphorus to the Rumeli Fortress and back – after sitting on the boat for an hour waiting for it to fill up watching the bustle on the front.

The ubiquitous fishermen were still catching socks, but the traders had gone, disappearing like the beggars – not much trade for food during Ramadan. We watch a tumbler busking for a bit, tossing his baton and whirling it around his body (and dropping it quite a lot) before he get tired and melts away into the crowd.

Finally we get away, chugging leisurely up one side of the Bosphorus past lots of things.

Galata Bridge. Still think it's dodgy:

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Ortakoy Mosque dwarfed by the Bosphorus Bridge:

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The Maiden Tower:

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There was a ton of jellyfish in the water under the rubbish, and it looks like they feed from whatever junk floats their way. In fact there’s so many of them you could heat the water and have a respectable jellyfish soup (not that I’d recommend eating that).

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Lunch was Chicken Schnitzel again in a cafe by the fortess. I won’t say much about being locked in the posh toilet…

Rumeli Fortress (not the toilet):

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Back on land, my mother has the bright idea of getting a tram to the Grand Bazaar. The Saturday afternoon crush brings us much closer to the locals than is entirely comfortable, which means we’re tetchy before we even get into the covered market which is airless, hot and not ideal for happy shopping. Frankly, I couldn’t wait to get out, but I did buy a lamp from a lamp shop. Neither myself or any member of my family is in this photo.

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(my dad's photo. I missed that oppotunity)

We had dinner in an outdoor café dominated by the Blue Mosque. As we ate there was a Sufi music show with a Dervish. The music made me long for the desert…

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We took a long route back to the hotel, which proved to be a costly mistake! We were admiring the ceramics in the window of a shop we thought was closed, and as if by magic, the shopkeeper appeared! And he conned us into buying lots of stuff.


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Once again - beaucoup de thanks for the beautiful photos. This is very generous of you.

Nah, I like boring people with my hoilday snap. ;)

Heh. I like how those people, though they are not you or your relatives, do still manage to be tetchy to fit the circumstances :) The shop looks pretty nifty.

And squid-like things! You wanna watch them. Try boiling them and I reckon they'd smack you down.

Do you happen to know what 'Galata' means? I guess it's the root of Galatasaray, as in the football club, but I've never known what the word means.

The lamp shop were all really pretty, the effect of them all together is fantastic. Bit of a hassle to get them all home though.

There is something very satisfying about the second picture.

Was the tower for any particular maiden, or just for maidens in general?

The lamp shop is mesmeric - I could sit here and stare at the picture for hours.

And I am glad to hear that it was least a posh toilet that you got stuck in!!


'it was the setting for the hideout of the villainous Elektra in the James Bond film "The World Is Not Enough".' Ooh.


'Ask any citizen of Istanbul about the Kiz Kulesi (Maiden's Tower) and they'll regale you with the fable of how a jealous father sequestered his fair daughter here, on this rock in the middle of the Bosphorus, to protect her from the world, and particularly from a curse put upon her by a ticked-off sorcerer: the maiden would die by snakebite, said the warlock. Hah! thought Dad: No snakes on that rock! The snake hitched a ride in a fruit basket, the daughter got her bite, the over-protective father was chagrined, etc.'

I only get stuck in the best toilets. I'm aiming for Harrods next.

Beautiful photos, thanks for sharing.

Wow, that lamp shop photo is very pretty! So many places I'd like to go...

::continues to be jealous::

I'm very jealous he managed to take that pic, why didn't I think of that?

Very pretty. I love the lamp shop.

The lamp shops were dazzling! I wanted them all!

Hee! Jellyfish!

And, ooh, pretty lamps... *sigh* I love Turkish lamps. If I had any place to put them...yeah. It's probably a good thing I don't. :P

>>>If I had any place to put them...yeah. It's probably a good thing I don't.

Didn't stop me.

LAMP SHOP!! (Everyone else stole the sensible comments about it...) Green-anorak-woman looks positively terrified of those bunches of grapes.

There is definitely something dodgy about that bridge, although I'm slightly more unnerved by all those jellyfish!

You wouldn't want to fall in.

Ooh. I bet Sexymermaid is still sitting and staring at those lamps!

I forget now, who has the cat, you or your mother? (S)he'll love 'em too!

Do we have to beg to hear the story of the posh toilet?

My mum has the cats, but I kind of consider them mine too!

The posh toilet story isn't nearly as interesting as it sounds. Due to over enthusiastic varnishing, the door was really stiff and pulling too hard would pull the handle off. My mum got stuck first, but she managed to free herself, though I was there to rescue her. But I couldn't get the door open at all and she buggered off!

I like the marketplace picture with all the lamps. Nice disclaimer about the family members. Heheh. You're so camera shy. It's darling. Hee, I wondered when we'd get a whirling dervish picture! Also, you're in a chicken rut. Didn't you eat any lamb? I wish you took a picture of the posh loo. I also enjoy pictures of fancy bathrooms. :)

I like chicken! Not very keen on lamb, I gave it up for the fat and now it makes me queasy.

The posh loo had fancy glass basins, but too much varnish on the doors.

>>You're so camera shy

I'm systematically trying to destroy every photo of me.

I was just looking at all your pretty pictures again. A question: What does it sound like in the Grand Bazaar? Talking, music, other noises?

Very much like any shopping centre really. No music, lots of people trying to get your attention to sell you stuff. It wasn't anything like what I imagined it to be. The shops were like small concessions. Wasn't much different to the market in Oxford, but the vendors were pushier. Very big though.

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