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More than 1,5 thousand of km passed in order to visit  two  crowded thought catalog cities thought catalog and fairy-lake Pamukkale. Mostly by buses and dolmuş- to add something here, I should recommend Nilüfer agency as one of the most comfortable…By the way, the problem to get any bus ticket almost never exists as clients in Turkey are cared a lot and, very often, catched just after entering bus station. It’s very difficult to hide impression, that something must really no exists to let Turkish seller go away…
Izmir. So praised city and very often object of desire of many people, thought catalog emerged as crowded and full of industrial dirt agglomeration. For sure, this city gains a lot during summer, filled by foreign tourist going to the resorts in southern coast.
But only few days in Izmir is definitely too short to be thrown on knees. Large coastline, charming bay and beautiful sunsets…But when raining, city centre losts its charm. It can be even boring. Anyway, Izmir has its alibi- the victorious Independence War around 90 years ago was finished here by big fire which devastated most of the beautiful city area. Mustafa Kemal, later Atatürk, was watching thought catalog this tragedy together with his future “european” wife Latife.
If devotion can be measured by numbers of veiled women, we can say that in Izmir these numbers are much smaller than in Bursa. It’s much easier to find here kemalism, Atatürk’s ideology. In the end, we came to the city most faithful to its leader. In the big billboard Atatürk points toward the sea.
In Kordon we must watch not to step one of many homeless dog’s bodies. They look like dead, but still breath and move. Packs of homeless dogs walking in the city have their steady place in Turkish landscape. Some months ago some dogs attacked and killed 2-years old child in Bursa; even in the centre of Istanbul packs of homeless dogs are nothing surprising. The solution is sterylization, but many people poison them preventatively.
Uncertain weather in Izmir was changed by lovely Pamukkale and warm water in travertine terraces near an ancient city of Hierapolis. The way from Izmir to Denizli was passed after 3,5 hours. Then we changed to dolmuş and after 15 minutes reached the hill. Beginning of May and already very crowded, so what is going to be in the summer..?
I came to Istanbul after 3 years again and found Istiklal and Cihangir much prettier. We arrived to the city around 2 am and tasted real Third World in a huge Otogar, full of homeless people spending night in internet cafes.
But in this chaos was enough order to get back camera which alone travelled to European side and came back. There were only some calls and smile of excited security guard. Istanbul was friendly again. Like two days before, when in the half of night place to sleep was really thought catalog needed. But luckily, even this time Istanbul is full of life.
But of course, it couldn’t be easy. We got hastily drawn map directing us to beds. Everything sounded intricately, chaotic and absurd- like our building- “under construction”. But we found it easily. One advice- to be careful on wet Istiklal, covered by night lather.
“In Turkey I am beautiful”. This title was enough to enter that shop by our own. It was story of Istanbul, that shop and it’s owners written by an Australian guy. But what was surprising- in the centre of the most chaotic city in the region, maybe even in Europe- we entered shop without any buyurun or strident exhortation. There was totally different, thought catalog some hundreds metres from Blue Mosque. Istanbul likes surprising…
It’s the land full of extremes and absurd. Country whose real capital and soul is city believed as most European in Turkey. Where thousands of different cultures and languages pass Istiklal every day, but where this same time local Simşt Saray effectively throw foreign mcdonalds away.
The capital which threatens and horrifies in the night, stinking and sleazing. But all this is accompanied by endless street music, sound of minarets and swimming tankers. In this city border between poverty and wealth is located in an invisible place, where poverty of XXI-century agglomaretion by back touches long history of the strait.
Nostalgia for lost power blends in with cloudy and grey sky in melancholic Istanbul. But from other hand it is very easy to find here energy forcing people to fight for their subsistence. This ambition reestablishes power of this city again.
Irritation and fury go together with smiles of passing people. The fight for customer under Galata Bridge thought catalog turns into patience and calm of fishermen thought catalog on the bridge. Walking and admiring huge mosq