Beehive houses

Retracing the steps of the Prophets

After a hearty breakfast – including a very hot and spicy scrambled egg (the waiter introduced it as pepper jam) which definitely gave us the wake-up call we needed – we set off for some more exploration. The plan for the day: go to Harran, a small village nearby, which once used to be a major city in Mesopotamian times and after. Aside from being one of the continuously inhabited spots on Earth, it is also famous for being the place where the prophet Abraham (Ibrahim) lived for a few years during his life.

Stuffing ourselves before our tiring day ahead
Stuffing ourselves before our tiring day ahead

At first, we were going to get the hotel to arrange our visit to Harran, which would have been quite at an affordable price but given the expenses accrued from our organised tours and the fact that due to road construction and renovations, we wouldn’t have seen much of what we wanted anyway, we decided against. Continue reading

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The City of Prophets

When we started this trip, it was more curiosity than anything that led us to South East Turkey. At the time, only a few months ago, there was none of this unrest that is currently happening in the region right now and it saddens be so much to read about all that is going on there at the moment. Şanlıurfa, or Urfa as it is known, is definitely one of my favourite places in Turkey and I cannot wait for when I can go back there again. It definitely has this Middle East atmosphere that most of Turkey lacks, that there are times you do tend to forget that you’re still in Turkey, especially since Arabic and Kurdish seem to be more prominent than Turkish itself in the city.

No Turkish? No problem.
No Turkish? No problem.

We went down to the first shop we saw to grab some kurabiye, which served the purpose of lunch, or was it dinner? – we could hardly keep track of time by that point By the end of the whole trip, our eating and sleeping patterns had been thoroughly messed up and we didn’t even taste the famous kebab from Urfa that everyone kept talking about. Not that I’ll be able to now, since I’ve recently turned fully vegetarian. I digress. Continue reading

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At the dawn of civilisation

We were quite looking forward to our beds after our amazing but quite tiring night adventure and if we weren’t so hungry, we probably would have headed straight to bed without eating anything. Breakfast wasn’t an impressive affair and we half wished we could have ate at one of the many Kurdish cafés we had stopped by during the morning tour.

The plan was to sleep for a bit then take the bus to Adıyaman from where we could then take another bus to Şanlıurfa (or Urfa), which would be our last and final stop for this trip. As much as I wanted to explore more of this side of Turkey, it would have to be for another time. Our driver had an uncle who owned a hotel in Urfa and arranged for us to have an extremely good discount, to which we simply couldn’t say no – because of course it’s completely normal to ask for discounts for someone you’ve only just met.

A rustic Armenian house converted into a hotel - Aslan Guest House
A rustic Armenian house converted into a hotel – Aslan Guest House

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Taking on Nemrut (II)

Suddenly, getting up at 2 am for sunrise on Mt. Nemrut seemed like a very bad idea. As we got ready to go out, we couldn’t help but wonder why we didn’t choose to go see sunset given how much time to spare we had the previous day. Of course, a few hours later, we’d be telling a different story.

Climbing Mt. Nemrut  at 3 am. Photo: Laure
Climbing Mt. Nemrut at 3 am. Photo: Laure

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Taking on Nemrut (I)

Feet firmly on the ground after nearly escaping death – Turkish drivers are probably the most scary drivers I have ever come across – we got on yet another bus which would take us from Adıyaman to Kahta, where our hotel was. We were staying at Komagene Hotel which had tour packages for Mt Nemrut. Tours are not usually our style but we thought that it was quite a good deal we were having and we simply couldn’t figure out how to get to the mountain for sunrise without arranged transport.

Quickly settled into our room which was quite cosy, we still had a lot of time until that 2 am wake up call which would be when we would actually head up to the majestic Mt. Nemrut. So we decided to go down to the lake formed by the Atatürk Dam, found on the Euphrates River, on the border of the Adıyaman and Şanlıurfa provinces. We got a lift from the hotel who usually shuttles guests to the lake (but not from) and in true idiot style, we ended up at the lake, at midday without any water or anything else.

Atatürk Dam Lake
Atatürk Dam Lake

The sheer blueness of the lake was amazing ; I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything like it. It was quite refreshing to dip our toes in our water and just take in the view that was in front of us. I would probably have gone for a swim if I could.

It had already been in a while since we had eaten anything and hunger was starting to set in. Our only option was the restaurant by the lake, probably the only restaurant in the area for miles. As we munched on the food and took in the beautiful scenery, we started thinking about how to get back to the hotel. We weren’t really looking forward to walking back and hitchhiking back would have been an option – if there was anyone around. We ended up getting a ride from the restaurant owner and there we went, on the bendy roads leading to Kahta listening to some Kurdish songs.

Some lovely kebab for lunch
Some lovely kebab for lunch

 

Following the river back to Kahta
Following the river back to Kahta

Back in Kahta, we still had some of our food supplies (which we had bought from the train ride) so we just got bread to go with them and ice cream just because. With ‘The Proposal’ playing, we finished a whole tub between us two and had one long nap – or at least I did, in preparation for our early morning ‘climb’.

Too many apricots to count

In the land of apricots

As the view from our window transitioned from a very sandy mountainy landscape to apricot orchards, we knew we were about to reach our destination. Malatya is known as being the capital of apricots, exporting tons of them worldwide. I definitely had an apricot overdose during my brief stay in Malatya, even if, as they said, the harvest hadn’t been quite good that year.

A massive apricot in the middle of the city
A massive apricot in the middle of the city

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Journey to the East

About two months ago, we were sat on a train, embarking onto a new adventure in south east Turkey, and to be honest, that was one of the weirdest train ride I’ve ever had. We thought it would be good to finally check out the old Turkish trains, and it was also much cheaper that taking the bus but longer – yes they really are old. It was still Ramadan at that point so we had stocked up on loads of food to break our fast on the train, and off we were to Malatya, our first stop.

Loving the view from the train!
Loving the view from the train!

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Hello world, again!

Where has summer gone? August is nearing an end and so are the holidays. I still remember the anticipation of summer and sunshine and Starbucks frappucinos – which I actually haven’t indulged much into. During the time I have been off the radar, I spent an amazing week in East Anatolia which is my most favourite Turkish adventure so far, packed my bags and headed back home to Mauritius for reasons I don’t even want to think about and just flew into Dubai yesterday where I’ll be spending another week simply getting over my holidays. Whilst it was actually good to be back home and catch up with everyone – even landed a job during the short time I was there -, I was more than ready to leave when I did, even if I didn’t manage to do all the things I wanted to. There’ll be a next time for sure. I’ll be having my first trip out in the engulfing emirati heat and I’m not sure I’m quite prepared for it. After the genteel and mild Mauritian climate, I seem to have forgotten what the Middle Eastern sun feels like. Nothing like it to say welcome back, I suppose.

Liebster Award

Thanks Chelsea from Adventures of an Expat for nominating me for the Liebster Award! It definitely was fun and a bit brain-wracking as well to do this and I hope you enjoy this as much as I did.

Here is the set of rules for your blog post to accept the award:

1. Thank the person who nominated you, and post a link to their blog on your blog.

2. Display the award on your blog — by including it in your post and/or displaying it using a “widget”.

3. Answer 11 questions about yourself, which will be provided to you by the person who nominated you.

4. Provide 11 random facts about yourself.

5. Nominate 5 blogs that you feel deserve the award, which have a less than 1000 followers.

6. Create a new list of questions for the blogger to answer.

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8. Inform the people/blogs that you nominated that they have been nominated for the Liebster award and provide a link for them to your post so that they can learn about it (they might not have ever heard of it!)

11 Random Facts about Me:

1. I speak 5 ½ languages.

2. I can sometimes act as an annoying know-it-all. Yup, I’m one of those people. Continue reading

7 Things About ‘Yurt’ Life

I’ve just spent the past 9 months living in a yurt, i.e. a Turkish dormitory and I have to say, I didn’t think I would make it. It hasn’t been a horrible experience but it hasn’t been all rainbows and unicorns either. I’ve definitely learned a couple of things since I first moved here though.

1. It’s going to suck

…. But then it will suck less and less. I remember my very first day here. I had just spent about 27 hours on the ‘road’ trying to get from Mauritius to Ankara, including at 15 hours at Nairobi Airport sitting in uncomfortable chairs watching chick flicks and reading manga. I was tired and sleep-deprived – the only time I had slept was during my one hour flight from Istanbul to Ankara which was so brief that it hardly counts at all. And seeing where I would be staying the next three years just made want to spend the next 27 hours back on (more than) a plane back home. It’s old and cold – not just in the temperature sense – and it took a while to get used to the communal bathrooms and shared rooms. With the academic year over, my dorms will be closing for summer because of repairs so I’m having to move to a designated one until it opens again (hopefully) in September. It took months to finally get settled in and get a hang around everything, just the thought of leaving now is heart-breaking.

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