Facing the rear in our taxi-van to ride from the Istanbul
airport was my third mistake on the trip. Like a racing car video game we
zipped from the rush hour of start-and-stop traffic to spurts of 90 km. (The
three lane roundabout has traffic lights!) Once on the side streets we wound
through narrow streets made of cobble stone to stop in front of Galata Flats,
our bed and breakfast. Not having slept much in 24 hours we skipped a meal and
concentrated on the bed part.
Although modern air travel that keeps two hundred thousand people
in the air at a given moment. It’s also rough on one’s end. Someone
once said getting out of a twenty-ton sardine can flinging through the air over
500 mph for hours on end (I mean literally on my end) gives a person a new appreciation for the
joy of standing and walking.
A Hasidic Jewish guy built like me also ate a few too many bagels. Yet he turned out to be the smart one. Although many of us on the end isle were after a cat nap, we were treated to wake up slaps every few minutes when his prayer shawl came around. (I enjoyed the clean fresh scent. It was a change from my shower starved body.) At one point in the flight he stood facing a wall in that extra space where the doors are located. He was there for a good 20 minutes with a white hoody. I suppose when on a plane you have to use whatever wailing wall you can find even if it's the bathroom wall. (Luther said, The bathroom is probably used to modest wails anyway.")
I appreciate the pious disciplines of religion but it's the ironies that make it all worth it. That Jewish man covered in his white shawl sat behind one of the priests on board. The priests wore the traditional Roman Catholic black robes. How do things like that happen? We came from the same religion! Anyhow the priest droned on in the darkened plane about St. Augustine, Rome and the books he read. That poor pretty young woman in dreads kept her patient kindness up for hours. I sure hope I don’t sound like a priest nerd. (Luther said,"Too late.")
A Hasidic Jewish guy built like me also ate a few too many bagels. Yet he turned out to be the smart one. Although many of us on the end isle were after a cat nap, we were treated to wake up slaps every few minutes when his prayer shawl came around. (I enjoyed the clean fresh scent. It was a change from my shower starved body.) At one point in the flight he stood facing a wall in that extra space where the doors are located. He was there for a good 20 minutes with a white hoody. I suppose when on a plane you have to use whatever wailing wall you can find even if it's the bathroom wall. (Luther said, The bathroom is probably used to modest wails anyway.")
I appreciate the pious disciplines of religion but it's the ironies that make it all worth it. That Jewish man covered in his white shawl sat behind one of the priests on board. The priests wore the traditional Roman Catholic black robes. How do things like that happen? We came from the same religion! Anyhow the priest droned on in the darkened plane about St. Augustine, Rome and the books he read. That poor pretty young woman in dreads kept her patient kindness up for hours. I sure hope I don’t sound like a priest nerd. (Luther said,"Too late.")
After that cramped space God blessed us with lots of standing
and walking in rows of serpentine lines waiting in passport security. A soldier
from Colorado asked me how to get into the country. With no passport but a memorized
military number they told him it would be enough. I wished we had a number like
that because we found out that we needed a twenty dollar sticky stamp on our
passport before we could get into Turkey. That was found in the Visa line
across the hall. So after another serpentine line we got a stamp for each of
our little passport books and found the familiar line again that by this
time grew down the airport hall. These lines would make Disney proud since
right after the passport “ride/walk” we were greeted with many duty free shops.
Think of four story row houses smashed together but these serve
as store fronts each small store having as much window space as possible. Two to
three floors high were store after store selling one item, chandeliers. It’s basically
the Nebraska Furniture Mart for lighting only. Sparkling crystal spans the
entire window top to bottom. The combo of speed by too fast and car sickness
didn’t allow for a picture.
Sporadic ancient walls, palaces and an aqueduct s scattered in
disarray. Crumbling structures were held together by centuries of repairs. (Luther thinks it was done by
someone named Fast Eddy using Liquid Nails and scraps of odd stones and bricks. And he thought the fixes were like mine. They fall apart again in a few days.) Yet these stone structures held firm while modern
roads and high rises spring around. Strange combos paint a montage of delight and
beauty.
After eight hours of rest we got up at 10 PM Lincoln time,
and six AM here we walked down a narrow street for our breakfast. (Mine: Grape
leaves, olives, two sausages, grape tomatoes, cucumber, honey, kind of a cherry
jelly, three cheeses and 3 kinds of bread with butter—for Lisa but forgot to
take a picture.)
That's all for now. They'll get shorter as the days go.
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