The Fragrances of Istanbul

Many years ago I did a short course on travel writing. As with many other things, that was a flavor of what was to come, which I did not recognize at the time. Over the years I have had the privilege of visiting over 25 countries. I have thousands of photos but never got round to writing about my experiences. I have now decided to make a point of documenting some of the lovely things that have happened to me, and some of the

experiences that I would rather like to forget.

In most instances I have travelled on my own.  As a result you will not see me giving details of the night life in my destinations.  I am quite happy to spend the day absorbing everything, and evenings with a good book.

Istanbul was my second visit to Turkey.  The city did not disappoint me in my expectations - on the contrary.

My first impression on the day I arrived was of the Grand Bazaar where I went to exchange money.  It is massive.  It is colourful. It is heaving with people and fragrances.  I went in at the entrance closest to the tram station and walked to the furthest end.  I confirmed that I had my bearings.  Then I decided to explore the side alleys - still heading back in the general direction of the entrance near the tram station.

Two hours later I emerged, two tram stations further.   I had read that there are about 4 000 shops under one roof, and trust me, it is quite possible.  There are spices, pottery, pashmina wraps of every possible hue in cotton and silk - even bamboo - more variations of turkish delight than I could count, shoes, leather clothes, did I say people and more people?

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And you don't just buy - you are expected to haggle so that the merchants can show their "generosity" by giving you a massive "discount".  I saw a lovely pink pashmina wrap and asked about the price.  I was quoted 35 Turkish lira - about £9.  Obviously it was way above the asking price, and obviously I was not wearing a burka, therefore I was a tourist.  I just laughed and walked away.   The merchant ran after me and offered me the same item for 20 Turkish lira - about £4.  He had a sale.  I would have found a similar item on a street market for about 15 Turkish lira, but not that same shade which I loved.

I quickly discovered there is only one way to escape the relentless salesmen in the Grand Bazaar.  Normally my escape is to speak Afrikaans, but I gave up on that when two or three of these salesmen greeted me in Afrikaans.  I don't know whether they even understood what they said to me, but it gave them an opening to pursue a possibel sale.  My next move was to simply say nothing and make no eye contact.  Being a female and not wearing a burka advertised the fact that I was a tourist - and having green eyes was an even bigger give-away

The spice bazaar (also called the Egyptian bazaar) was very similar, except that there was more food and less clothing - and the same heaving mass of people, both locals and tourists.

Istanbul is a massive city.  To give you an idea, you can take a ferry and travel 33 kilometers down the Bosphorus river, and all the way there are occupied high-rise buildings on both river banks and up the hills.

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Istanbul is a city on two continents - half of it is in Europe, and the other half is in Asia, and the two sides are divided by the river.  When the concierge first suggested that I spend a day in Asia, I expected a long trip - not a ferry ride of about 15 minutes.

Here is a picture of me on the ferry, with Asia in the background:

More about the history and pitfalls later


Elsabe Smit

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