If you are a special travel gourmet, then the first time in Istanbul is best to come by ship from the Black Sea. Bosphorus enchants in any weather. Ancient fortresses on their shores and super-modern, with a thousand cars, bridges connecting Europe and Asia.
Through the square from Hagia Sophia you can go to a no less magnificent structure: the Ahmediye Mosque, also called the Blue Mosque. The walls of Ahmedia are covered with tiles so calm, light and pleasant blue in color that, reflecting from the walls, the sun’s rays seem to turn a little blue. Continue reading
If I had the extra fifty thousand dollars, I would know how to dispose of them. Better, of course, if it were one hundred thousand, but fifty, in principle, would be enough. At least Alex, our guide and accompanying person, argued that for fifty thousand it is possible to buy one of these glorious houses that surround Cesme with a dense ring of holiday villages. Of course, the Turkish dacha is not like ours: neither you have flat potato beds, nor stunted tomatoes, nor a nesting box of a “birdhouse” type. Continue reading
Cappadocia is a sense of time. These are millions of years of geological processes, the movement of the elements of air, water, and earth.
After monotonous loops, dives, descents and ascents, having finally overcome another ridge, the road suddenly breaks out into space and joyfully rushes into the valley. In front of me, as far as the eye can see, Cappadocia, perhaps the most amazing and unusual country that I have seen, stretches. I am in Turkey, in the central part of Anatolia. Continue reading