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Wednesday, February 3, 2010

Egypt (14) Istanbul: Goodbye Turkey!



Saturday, January 23 2010

It's still far too long for our flight, so our boarding gate isn't listed on the screens yet. Diaa takes out a box of pills and shows me how his wife cut them up for him and prepares it for his trip. I tell him that my mother does the exact same thing for my father! His back is a bit sore, and he needs to lie down somewhere. I need to walk and stretch my legs. I can't sit any longer. We part and I browse through a bookshop. There are still 4 hours left till my flight. This is driving me insane! I can't find Diaa, so I take a seat and start reading. There are people everywhere.

There are a few flights that have been delayed. There's no word on the Cairo flight being delayed. I notice many people are eating sandwich rolls and sipping on Coke. I count a total of over 20 people eating. I secretly hate them. It looks so delicious. I'm envious that they can eat that kind of food before traveling. I can never eat bread or drink heavy drinks before I travel. I'm a bit hungry - I hardly ate on the flight from Seoul to Istanbul.

Finally, Diaa and my boarding gates are listed on the screen. He's at boarding gate 10 and I'm at 11.  While we're there, there are two brats running around screaming. Their father thinks they're cute. Clearly, other people are annoyed by this. At 23:00, it's a bit hard to find things like that cute. 

"I wonder which flight they'll be on," I say to Diaa.
He smiles and says, "I hope they're on yours!"


There's an announcement which I can't make out and suddenly people are grabbing their bags and rushing. I ask a lady what's going on. She tells me that the boarding gate for the Cairo flight has changed to Gate 22, which is on the other side of the airport. We walk briskly and make small talk on the way. She tells me she's originally from India, but living in the USA. She and her husband, along with a few other couples are also heading to Egypt on a week-long holiday.

When we arrive at the new gate, we are told that the flight will be delayed for 30 minutes. I can still handle a delay, but not a cancellation.  There's a group of about 15 Koreans, led by what seems to be a young tour guide. She and I start to chat and we hit it off immediately. She's from Bucheon - very near to where I stay. She tells the group that I live in Korea, and when I greet them in Korean and tell them it's a pleasure meeting them, they're delighted that I can speak a bit of Korean!


Looking outside, everything is covered with snow. I'm not very fond of hot climates, but this is one time I'll be welcoming warm weather. It's been a harsh winter in Korea this year and I'm actually looking forward to some sunshine in Egypt.  After a while, they begin to call passengers to board. Only then I relax.... I'm Cairo bound now, and it's just a matter of hours before I meet my mum.  Excitement has officially taken over!


Egypt (13) Istanbul: Snow Storm


After the Grand Bazaar, we go to a coffee shop where we will wait for the driver to pick us to head to the airport. It's snowing heavily that it's hard to even walk with eyes fully opened.

It was snowing so heavily that we couldn't even open our eyes!

Chocolate-covered coffee beans: addictive!

Coffee Shop

Sitting in the coffee shop, I start to panic a bit. Dilek tells us that there's a possibility flights will be delayed or canceled. Now it's nearly 5pm. My flight is in another 6 hours. My mind starts racing. What if I get stranded at the airport? I'm meant to arrive in Cairo at 2am, go to the hotel to meet my mum and get ready for our tour which will begin at 8am. I already picture my mum's face when I call her to tell her she'd have to start the tour without me. This can't happen. I've flown for over 10 hours. I'm merely 2 hours away from Egypt. Please God, don't let my flight be canceled.

When the driver finally arrives, Diaa assures me that everything will be fine and that we'll take off safely. After an hour, we arrive at the airport. I'm grateful we've arrived safely, but I still won't be at peace until I'm sitting in the aircraft taking off. We have many hours ahead of us, so Diaa and I find a place to sit and pass the time.

Diaa in the snow





Egypt (12) Istanbul: Grand Bazaar


Saturday, January 23 2010

We still have so much time left till we head back to the airport. Diaa and my flight are around the same time - 23:30. We go to the Grand Bazaar which is basically a souk. There's so much to see, and shopkeepers will do their best to lure you into their stores for hot tea and try to sell you their goods.






Many stores offer tea to customers





 Met this guy who could speak a bit of Korean!
Also, he dropped the price of a purse from $20 right down to $4!




Egypt (11) Istanbul: Hagia Sophia


Saturday, January 23 2010

After lunch, we go to the Hagia Sophia. Now a museum, it was once an Eastern Orthodox Church and later an Imperial Mosque. It's beautiful inside, and reminded me a lot of St Paul's Cathedral in London. The intricate details in the artwork is simply incredible.


Egypt (10) Istanbul: Lunch


Saturday, January 23 2010

It's time for lunch and as always I opt for the vegetarian option. It was quite tasty. The Turkish coffee was delicious!



Egypt (9) Istanbul: Blue Mosque Beanie Drama


Saturday, January 23 2010

It's time to leave the mosque and there are dozens of people fumbling around trying to put their shoes on. Diaa gives me his black coat again as it's freezing outside - it's windy and snowing at the same time. As I'm putting on my white sneakers, I'm suddenly aware that the black beanie that was on my head is no longer there. If it was mine, I wouldn't care, but the Spanish guy gave it to me to wear inside the mosque.

He says he'll go back inside to look for it. Meanwhile, Diaa leaves us and heads back to where our guide is waiting for us. I wait for about five minutes while Spanish guy looks for the beanie. He comes out, and I offer to go in and look for it. He asks me if it's not in my bag perhaps. It isn't. He goes back in. It's freezing.

I can't feel my fingers anymore. He's taking forever to come out. I'm feeling awful that I've lost something that isn't even mine. In fact, I don't even know the NAME of this guy. Yet, he was so kind to give it to me to wear inside the mosque. I'm a terrible person. Is he going to be much longer? I will give him money for it. I'll buy another one for him from the people selling them outside. I just need to get out of that cold.

Then I think, perhaps it's of sentimental value to him. Maybe it's expensive? Maybe a girlfriend gave it to him? Maybe a dying girlfriend gave it to him? I begin to feel worse, and keep saying, "Oh shit!" under my breath but I bite my tongue after the third time I say it. After all, I'm standing at the door of a holy house.

He finally comes out. He can't find it. I don't know what else to say, except that I'm so very sorry. The wind is so heavy and I'm really nervous to go down the marble stairs with no railings. I need to hold on to someone. Why would he even offer his hand to help me? I'm the girl who lost his beanie in the mosque. I take each step very slowly and carefully and as I feel like I'm about to lose my balance, he helps me.

Once outside, we pass people selling black beanies. I buy one and give it to him. He thanks me and puts it on. I apologize again and he says, "It's not even mine... it's from my company." Phew! At least it's not from a dying girlfriend.


We're about to cross the street and I look down at my right arm. There's a label sticking out of the coat on my right arm. I pull it out, only to realize that it's the lost beanie that was hiding in the arm of the coat I was wearing. It must have been caught in there when Diaa helped me put the big coat on in the mosque.

Anyways, Spanish guy and I had a good laugh about it. He took off the beanie I'd just bought and gave it back to me. I feel so relieved. We eventually make our way back to where Diaa and Dilek, the tour guide have been waiting patiently for us.


Egypt (8) Istanbul: Blue Mosque


Saturday, January 23 2010

Our next stop is the Blue Mosque, or rather The Sultan Ahmed Mosque. It's known as the Blue Mosque for the blue tiles adorning the walls of its interior. It was built between 1609 and 1616 and also has a tomb of the founder.

Visitors need to take their shoes off before entering the mosque. It was very cold, windy and snowing during the time we were there. Also, female visitors are required to cover their head while inside. The Spanish guy was very kind to me and gave me his black beanie to wear.








Egypt (7) Istanbul: Turkish Islamic Art Museum


Saturday, January 23 2010

We begin our tour at the Turkish Islamic Art Museum, which has a collection of Islamic calligraphy, ceramics and prayer rugs from different time periods and regions.
 


So snowy

Prayer rugs

Quran box


Quran Stand


Typical house scene

Egypt (6) Istanbul City Tour begins


Saturday, January 23 2010

There are people hovering around the hotel desk. The man who charged my MP3 player a few hours ago sees me and says, "You're still here? I think you want to sleep in the airport!"  There's a short man hustling around organizing the tour. He asks for my boarding pass and says he'll give it back to me in a few minutes. I ask him about the weather, because it's very grey outside and it looks like it's snowing. Also, I'm not wearing anything warm. He assures me it's "not that bad".

After a few minutes, I meet 2 other men who will be doing the tour with me. One is from Syria and the other is from Spain. They've both flown in from Seoul, Korea - on the same flight as me! When we step outside it is freezing! I don't have gloves, a scarf or a jacket on. Diaa, from Syria offers me his long coat. Usually I'd decline, but it was THAT cold that I was more than happy to take it from him. He assures me he has many layers under the suit he has on.

It's just the three of us and we make some small talk before we pick up our guide. Her name is Dilek and I notice that she's not overly friendly. She is, however happy to have a Spanish person in the group as she says she's been studying the language but has no one to practice on.


Egypt (5) Istanbul: Hello Turkey!


Saturday, January 25 2010

I need to get a transit visa. It's $15(US), but the man doesn't have change for my $100 note. He keeps shrugging his shoulders. I plead with him and give him puppy eyes. This is one of the benefits of traveling alone. People are more likely to  carry out favours for single female passengers. Trust me on this one!

After going through immigration, I need to find the hotel desk. Because my transit time in Istanbul is for the entire day, I'm entitled to a free city tour. They tell me to come back at 08:30 - in 3 hours. I need to kill time.

I want to kick myself because my MP3 player battery has died. A man (who looks like security) approaches me asking if he can help and takes me to another hotel desk. They are very willing to stick my USB MP3 in their computer to charge.

I'm happy to see a Starbucks. There are a few people working on their notebooks so I figure there must be wi-fi. No - I have to pay to use it. After ordering my regular, Cafe Mocha (with no cream) I sit down and start my new book. There are a few Koreans around me and I feel a bit comfortable hearing a familiar language spoken around me.



After about an hour, I go to collect my MP3 player. The man behind the desk says he has no idea what I'm talking about. He asks if I'm sure that it was him who helped me. He breaks into a grin and then I know he's kidding.

"I remember your face," I tell him.
"It's because I'm handsome, right?" he asks.
Of course I said, "Of course!"


I still have time to kill so I go to Gloria Jean's. I'm going to be on a Cafe Mocha high for the day, that's for sure. After an hour, it's time to go back to the hotel desk. The city tour is about to start.


Egypt (4) Breakfast is served and it's raining


Saturday, January 23 2010

Breakfast is served. I'm sitting on the aisle and I notice that the flight attendants are pretty rough with serving food. I keep trying to dodge the corner of juice bottles or elbows in my eye.

The cute flight attendant puts down a tray for me, but then remembered that I have a special meal request, so he takes it away. When the new tray arrives, I wish I had the original. It's a chicken breast - for breakfast. I don't eat chicken so I'm left with the hard rock roll again. I give up. I'm not that hungry anyway.

I can't decide what to watch. Surely a 3 hour Bollywood movie would pass the time, but I'm not in the mood for the other one they have on.

When we land, the windows are wet. No! It' can't be raining...I have to do the city tour, and I specifically ordered clear blue skies for my photographs.