Sunday, October 20, 2019

Glancing at the Bosphorus through the bay window of my room, I absentmindedly scatter my things while quietly settling in. Then I turn around, looking for my passport, my cash, my camera battery, eager to join the buzz of the street below. But for the past few minutes, I’ve felt a presence—something moved on the balcony. Suddenly, I spot a black-and-white furball half-hidden behind a pot, nearby. I approach to introduce myself: "Here, kitty, kitty..." I don’t know how to say "kitty" in Turkish, but the rather rude furball hisses in my face, and its ridiculous little tail doubles in size. Okay. Not friendly. I grab what’s within reach—a cream capsule—and offer it as a peace offering. It lunges at me, swipes the object away with a quick paw, and scratches me in the process.

I’m in Istanbul *



* For the title of my travel journal, I was inspired by the lovely film: "Kedi, Cats and Men" by Ceyda Torum

Hello everyone,

I’m not really a regular contributor to VoyageForum, but every time Kate and I travel, she encourages me to write a travel journal and publish it. And I must admit, it’s a very enjoyable intellectual exercise, though not always easy. As a VF contributor whose journals I’ve read once said, this retrospective work not only helps preserve memories but also provides a fruitful moment of introspection by bringing back emotions and feelings.

Kate and I spent a week in Istanbul. For her, who had already visited, it was a return; for me, it was a discovery.

As we’ve now made a habit of, I write the texts, and she posts her photos. We hope this illustrated story, crafted together, will revive beautiful sensations for those who know the city and inspire others to discover it. Here we go!

Hi,

My mom received an invitation for a free stay (though of course it comes with visits to carpet shops, jewelry stores, and other boutiques). She bought a carpet in Turkey about 10 years ago, and it was that carpet shop in Istanbul that sent this invitation. The whole thing is organized by a travel agency called "Habitat VIP Travel." Has anyone here heard of this agency and their "commercial tourism" practices? I’m not against the idea in principle—I just want to make sure it’s legit and not dangerous (I really don’t want to get kidnapped with my nearly 90-year-old mom!). Thanks for your feedback

This trip took place in May 2023, a period of calm that later proved precarious. Day of May 17 Departure from Marseille on El Al (tickets booked by ourselves, while the stay itself was organized by Voyageurs du Monde). Before check-in, six or seven El Al staff members conduct a security check—quite understandable, but they do it in total chaos. They send people to the left, then block them, redirect them to the right, for no apparent reason. Most of the staff don’t speak French, which complicates things. They work at an incomprehensible slow pace, stopping the interview to do something else, then coming back and starting over... The flight goes smoothly, except for the meal service, which, for a four-hour flight that El Al delayed to lunchtime, is more than basic: a quarter-liter of water and a corned beef sandwich that’s absolutely disgusting and inedible. To get a coffee, you have to queue at the back of the plane. You end up missing Ryanair🙂 Arrival at Ben Gurion goes better than expected—the passport control is fairly quick, as is baggage delivery. Transfer to the Lily and Bloom hotel, Lilienblaum Street (easy to remember 🙂) As advised by Voyageurs du Monde, we book a table for the evening at the nearest restaurant, North Abraxas. Good atmosphere and decent food. We get a sense of the price level in Israeli restaurants. Around us, diners share dishes placed in the middle of the table. Much more convivial than our individual plates!! Day of May 18

The next morning, we go down for breakfast at 7:30 AM—a late hour, but the setup is slow, with the two servers taking their time. We ask the bartender for a long coffee and a black tea... It must be a complicated order because it takes him over 10 minutes to make it. He serves us with the grace of a dancer. A good breakfast if you’re not in a hurry, followed by a little stroll in the neighborhood, since our meet-up with Patrick Arfi, our guide for the day, isn’t until 10 AM. P. Arfi is a former publishing house director in Paris who has lived in Israel for a long time and has a vast cultural knowledge. After an initial chat, we head toward Jaffa, focusing on the Bauhaus buildings preserved by a clever urban policy that allows high-rise construction while maintaining old architectural ensembles.



This policy keeps the streets looking more human-scale than the usual high-rise districts in modern cities.

With the visit to Jaffa, Patrick introduces us to a fascinating slice of history, despite the temperature nearing 38°C. Jaffa, once an independent city, is now a neighborhood of Tel Aviv—a predominantly Muslim area. We notice a few buildings in poor condition. They belong to Palestinian families who left Tel Aviv. Otherwise, the city has been very well restored, apart from these few buildings.

A government agency rents out the ground floors of these buildings, which helps fund part of the security work. They also try to track down the owners and buy back the abandoned properties, but some refuse to sell. The visit is very touristy—most of the people we meet are tourists like us.













There’s very little local life, except in the lower part of the city. To be continued, as I’ve reached the allowed photo limit.

As I mentioned before, I’m heading to Istanbul next summer, and I’ve heard there have been quite a few attacks by Kurds in Turkey recently, which is making me hesitate about my trip.

What do you all think? :( I’m wondering if it’s really a good idea to go...

Hi,

I bought my flight ticket with my first (usual) first name, which appears first on my passport. However, I have two first names on my passport, and of course, it’s mentioned in the machine-readable zone at the bottom.

I booked with Turkish Airlines (through an online agency) for a trip to South Korea.

I wanted to know if it would be a problem that I only used my first first name on the ticket, while my passport has two. I had requested through the agency to add the second first name, but the airline refused because it doesn’t meet their general conditions. (They must have seen that the last name and first name were the same, and only the second first name was added.)

So, my ticket has my last name and first first name correctly spelled, and when I check in online, I’ll enter the passport details correctly.

I’ll have a layover in Istanbul on the flight.

Thanks in advance for your replies. Have a great day.

I'm looking to travel to Turkey from Greece by car. Do you know any ferry companies that operate this route? Thanks for your replies

Hello! I’m going on my very first cruise in September 2025.

Departure from Civitavecchia—

Mykonos - Santorini - Kusadasi...

A few questions: Apart from Ephesus, Naples, and Pompeii, I’m pretty much heading into the unknown for Santorini and Mykonos. I’ve been following some of your posts about Santorini—thank you for those! What do you recommend for Mykonos? I’ll be spending 3 days in Rome before the cruise. At the end of the cruise, I don’t plan to return to Rome. Could you tell me what transport to take from Civitavecchia to Fiumicino Airport? Thanks so much! 🙂 Françoise

Hi, I’d like to meet new people in Bordeaux to plan future trips to Japan, Israel, and the United States. I’m also hoping to find opportunities to practice Japanese and English, pick up some basics in Hebrew, and connect with interesting folks.

I’m reposting here a travel journal originally published on the Routard forum in 2022 during VoyageForum’s hiatus. Without altering its content, I’ll try to streamline it. The few comments on the political situation reflect my feelings at the time and don’t account for events since then! I’d rather avoid debates on the topic. The photos are nothing fancy—just illustrative.

The context: we’re coming out of COVID. We’re looking for a not-too-distant destination, and Jordan has been catching our eye for a while. After some thought, we wonder if we shouldn’t take advantage of the geography to hop over to Israel. After all, Jerusalem is less than 100 km from Amman. Plus, Transavia lets you combine both destinations.

To plan our trip (February 19 to March 4, 2022), we contacted three French-speaking agencies in Amman. Their itinerary proposals were pretty similar, but the prices varied significantly. Given the many positive reviews we read on travel forums and a very attractive rate compared to competitors, we quickly settled on Ahmad Ababseh’s agency. Still, deep down, we had a slight worry—so many glowing reviews seemed a bit over the top, but we took the chance.

During the preparation, which happened in a very short timeframe (less than 10 days), Ahmad didn’t provide detailed roadbooks, and we made do with brief email or phone exchanges. Few details were shared either. We discussed hotels, with Ahmad preferring the ones he knew. We picked our hotel for our arrival in Amman, but before agreeing, Ahmad insisted on inspecting the rooms.

For payment, Ahmad only asked for a 500 € deposit and trusted our word for the balance, which we paid upon arrival. He also committed in writing to refund the full deposit if our trip was canceled due to COVID.

Finally, for the Israeli part, Ahmad contacted an agency in Jerusalem to handle the logistics. He didn’t take a commission.

Hi, my return flight was postponed to the next day, so I have to spend a night in Istanbul. I arrive at 11:30 AM and leave the next day at 8:55 AM for Marseille. What do you recommend: find a hotel at the airport and wait until the next morning, or find one halfway since apparently there are more than 50 km between the airport and the city center? Thanks for your advice!

For once, given the destination, the author can’t set aside their religious beliefs, which inevitably shape this kind of journey.

The Trip

Early in the morning at Orly Airport, in the departure lounge for Tel Aviv, a group of about forty young men arrives, all looking identical! The same neatly trimmed beards, the same identical haircuts, the same outfits with a touch of whimsy… The effect of seeing these forty “clones” is striking and raises questions! Why such perfect uniformity among this group of guys? Do they belong to the same family, sports club, cultural association, or religious group? A mystery! At the same time, the waiting area fills up with men who are more expected, given our destination: they wear large felt hats and dress in black suits with white shirts—Hassidim? The ones I’ve glimpsed fleetingly in Paris or New York, who have always been a mystery to me. More discreet-looking women accompany them.

I’m already in Israel without even setting foot there! Plus, I witness the preparations for an improvised show.

The “clones” start a flash mob at seven in the morning in a Paris airport departure lounge! Some pull out musical instruments, others begin singing and dancing. A music with strange, unfamiliar sounds enchants the waiting passengers.

The flight crew finally arrives, cutting through the flash mob, bringing us back to the reality of the moment: waiting to take off soon for this so troubling and mysterious Middle East. We go through passport control, presenting our faces to the scanners that operate the exit gate. The group of “identical” young men gets held up by the system: logically, a scanner let the first one through but blocked the second because of his perfect resemblance to the first. To the machine, the same person shouldn’t be able to cross the border twice? But eventually, the whole group makes it through the glass doors, leaving the Republic behind. My simplistic explanation is left looking ridiculous.

At every new destination, I ask myself countless questions, revealing a certain anxiety tied to the unknown: fear of attacks (one just happened at a bus station in Jerusalem), possible police pressure, unexpected events. Israel isn’t known for being a relaxing destination. In reality, if I did face a serious difficulty in this country, it wasn’t one I had anticipated—and it wasn’t particularly tied to Israel!

I take my seat by the window, which is already occupied by a little girl. Her father, a Hassidic man, politely asks if I’d be willing to give up my seat for his daughter. I tell him I’d be happy to make her happy. Seeing me masked, he asks if I’d like him and his daughter to wear masks too. In response, I take off my mask so as not to impose any constraints on them and wish them a good flight.

It was the first time I’d approached and spoken to a Hassidic man. He didn’t speak the way I might have expected after watching *Rabbi Jacob* with Louis de Funès; he spoke perfectly without an accent, just like you and me! Beware of stereotypes! Throughout the flight, I sneak glances at my strange neighbor: he prayed silently without stopping for a minute. His daughter, as good as gold, never interrupted him. He used several religious accessories during his three-hour continuous prayer: a kippa, a prayer shawl, and a rosary?… I left that plane deeply impressed, me, who has a very distant relationship with my Creator and only prays now and then.

Hi everyone,

This summer, our family (dad, mom, a 17-year-old teen, and an 11-year-old pre-teen) wants to explore Bulgaria and include 4 days in Istanbul during our trip. I’ve got a rough plan, but I’m not sure if it’s doable—here’s what I’m thinking:

Arrival on August 12th in Sofia at 2:00 PM → pick up rental car, visit Sofia. 13th: Sofia → Rila → Sofia 14th: Sofia to Plovdiv, overnight in Plovdiv 15th: Plovdiv to Nessebar (or Sozopol—which is better?) 16th/17th/18th: Exploring the Black Sea coast, based in Sozopol/Nessebar 19th: Bus from Burgas to Istanbul (7-hour trip) 20th-21st-22nd-23rd: Istanbul 24th: Return bus from Istanbul to Burgas. Overnight in Burgas 25th: Burgas → Veliko Tarnovo (Bojentsi) 26th: Veliko Tarnovo to Sofia via Koprivshtitsa 27th: Early flight home

→ In this itinerary, I’ve planned 4 full days in Istanbul. I could reduce it to 3 (since we’ll also spend the evening of the 19th there) and add an extra day to the return trip from Burgas to Sofia, around Veliko Tarnovo/Koprivshtitsa.

My questions: -My 17-year-old son and I are passionate about music, especially klezmer, Romani, and jazz. Any good spots in Sofia, Istanbul, or elsewhere? -Things to do with an 11-year-old kid? -Experiences with the Burgas-Istanbul bus?

Thanks for your feedback!

Hi everyone,

What a joy to be back here and pick up where we left off after all these months of hiatus.

I hope you’ll enjoy the story of this little trip around the Eastern Mediterranean. This cruise was the perfect way to satisfy our longing to return to Greece and Istanbul. The end of the season, until late November, is the best time to visit the Mediterranean in my opinion—when climate disruptions don’t get in the way.

Departing from Trieste, our stops were Katakolon, Piraeus, Kusadasi, Istanbul, Corfu, and Bari, before returning to Trieste and then Venice, where we planned a very short 24-hour stay.

We left home at 6:15 AM—our first cruise departure since moving to Normandy. What I miss most about living in the Gard is how close we were to Marseille Airport. No more hopping over to Marignane in an hour; now we have to plan for a three-hour trip to CDG, even under the best conditions on an early Sunday morning.

It was impossible to book a hotel night before our flight because, starting in April, the Ibis was priced at 450 € per night, and the Mercure was flirting with 800 €—breakfast not included, of course. 😏

I had a feeling there must’ve been a conference or something going on… Turns out, it was just the auto show. They simply adjusted the room prices to match the cost of the cars. 😛

Our flight took us to Venice, where we caught a FlixBus to Trieste. We arrived at Trieste’s train station in the afternoon and walked to our hotel in the city center.

After treating ourselves to an amazing pizza at a restaurant (Di Napoli Maestri Pizzaioli, Via Armando Diaz 10) for a very reasonable price, we enjoyed the mild evening temperature while exploring the stunning buildings of this charming city by night. These magnificent structures are a testament to the city’s past. Trieste became Austrian in 1382 due to its complicated relationship with Venice, and it wasn’t until 1918, at the end of World War I, that it became Italian again. The city’s lighting beautifully highlights the architecture of the buildings.

The terraces were lively, and the atmosphere was so warm and inviting that we wanted to stay out even longer.



But we’d been up since 4 AM, so we were happy to retreat to the quiet of our hotel, located in the pedestrian center just a few steps from the port (Urban Hotel Design—highly recommended).

More to come soon.

Byzantium... Constantinople... Istanbul... Three names that were bound to be synonymous with wonderful promises... Three names for a single city... and what a city!!!



It promised things to see, to admire, a dive into the past, culture, the wonders of the 1001 Nights... AND IT DELIVERED!!! And honestly, 4 days is already great but far from enough!!! For those who might be hesitant (rightfully so) to go to Istanbul given the current climate, I’d say they’re wrong... I felt safer there than in my own city!! I went with my husband and kids and I’d do it again without a second thought!! I’d start by saying that 4 days gives a good overview—we almost did everything on foot (I made enemies in my own family...), noses in the air, 20 km a day... BUT 4 DAYS IS NOT ENOUGH AT ALL!!! That’s settled!

We flew with Turkish Airlines, Lyon to Istanbul direct—very good, nothing to complain about. We rented an apartment via Airbnb in Balat for 5 nights / 400 €—a completely renovated apartment in a typical wooden house in the neighborhood, like a dacha. The owner was super nice and let us have two apartments (since nothing was booked)—one for us parents, one for the teens!!! So, the Balat neighborhood was a deliberate choice on my part—I didn’t want to stay where the tourists were, so we sort of exiled ourselves to the old Orthodox quarter, very much in its own juice, and we loved it!!! But I’m not sure I’d recommend it... wooden houses, many still in ruins, winding cobbled streets, cats, kids playing in the street, cats, the bread vendor in the morning pushing his cart and shouting, cats, old men lined up outside on their chairs drinking coffee (the famous Turkish coffee—don’t stir it... if you like it...!), grandmas in black, dogs, chickens... it felt surreal, timeless, like we’d stepped into 1920s post-war... so opposite from the modern Istanbul waking up. Here, it was a real movie set... So disorienting and timeless that when we gave the address to a taxi driver at 11 PM, he said, "Oh no, I’m not taking you there—every time I go, I get lost..." Well, that’s what it *seemed* like he said. The second driver wasn’t any better... we don’t speak Turkish, but it was pretty clear!! My kids found it very encouraging: "Where are you taking us??? It must be super sketchy... but hey, dying in Istanbul is way more exotic than in Lyon!!" So when the third driver said "OK," we didn’t negotiate at all!! And we said thank you!! He got lost once, twice, grumbling and sighing, asked an old man out for a nighttime stroll, and we found it!!



Exploring the neighborhood the next morning while shopping for breakfast, I was really glad I’d made that choice—the area was perfect!! A mix of past and present where Orthodox and Muslims coexist without issue (at least from our Western tourist perspective). A colorful neighborhood between ruins and rebirth, between two centuries. So we wandered the area, got lost... found our way, got lost again... Our host had explained where to buy a bus pass and how it worked, so we did that, but to start, we decided to walk to the center along the Golden Horn. Well, I sold the idea to the whole tribe... they fell for it once, not twice!! We took (still on foot) Atatürk Bridge, crossed the Bosphorus, and wandered through the little streets up to Galata Tower. We had a great view from the bridge, and also from the tower, which I highly recommend. And since it was Friday at noon, we got to hear the call to prayer from all the mosques—total culture shock! The view is magical: mosques, minarets, the Bosphorus, and on the other side, Asia. Instant love for this city!!



It’s a very lively, touristy neighborhood too. They say it’s the modern side of Istanbul, but it’s kept its soul. We were immediately struck by the cultural and religious contrasts, and it was buzzing in a great atmosphere. Veiled women sitting on terraces with their friends, made-up and in miniskirts—everything seemed to coexist harmoniously. The whole trip, we felt completely safe and never oppressed. We saw a dynamic, free-spirited youth, but maybe that’s just the tourist perspective, and we’re well aware the situation could change... We wandered through the Beyoğlu and Galatasaray districts up to Taksim Square, between churches and mosques, little streets, alleys, covered markets where Zara rubs shoulders with century-old shops. My only regret is not spending two days there—it’ll be an excuse to come back... We devoured three pieces of Turkish delight and kept going, descending this time (BECAUSE ISTANBUL ISN’T FLAT!!) down to the Kabataş ferry terminal on the Bosphorus. I hadn’t planned a cruise, but given the price and the need to rest our feet, we opted for the boat. We took a 1.5-hour cruise and didn’t regret it—it was amazing! The view of the Bosphorus shores, stunning houses, palaces, wooden dachas—vestiges of the bourgeoisie. We passed 200-meter container ships, sailboats, speedboats, and dozens of dolphins—so exotic!!



We could’ve made stops (get off, visit, get back on the next boat), but we just let ourselves drift to the sound of seagulls, wondering which way we’d go back... So at the dock, we took a bus... a bit randomly, but we’d decided we needed to cross a bridge—lucky us, we did! We walked to the Spice Bazaar, ate in a little place—something spicy but not too much, with rice... for next to nothing. And on the way back, by sheer luck, I pulled out my guidebook, which mentioned not to miss Rüstem Pasha Mosque, a small mosque on the roof of the bazaar—it’s almost a stroke of luck to find it. We had it all to ourselves, with its beautiful carpet... my big crush. Nothing grandiose, but almost magical, and we were alone—it had the charm of the first time. I love Italian churches... but Istanbul’s mosques really don’t have anything to envy them! After that encounter, I added a bunch more to my itinerary—knowing there are nearly 2,800 mosques in Istanbul, we weren’t going home anytime soon!! And my son said, "I’m gonna end this trip in socks if I have to take off my shoes every time!!!"



The next day, still wandering blindly in our neighborhood, we went on foot to visit Chora Church (Kariye Museum), a Catholic church that was at the center of a monastery dating back to Roman times, with the first vestiges from the 6th century. It’s now a museum, and the magnificent golden mosaics are really worth the detour—a true little gem, just like the neighborhood, still a bit in its own juice but in full renaissance.





We reached the historic center via the grand boulevards, where shops selling tacky dresses line up one after another... not to mention the dozens of bridal shops (confirming the youth of the population... or that they get married often...). We visited Fatih Mosque, again all to ourselves—very beautiful, completely renovated.



Then Şehzade Mosque, and not far away, Laleli Mosque. My husband would say, "Once you’ve seen one, you’ve seen them all..." That’s one point of view, but I never got tired of them. These are places with such serenity, so bright, white, vast, calm—I could’ve spent the whole day there. Pure architectural and spiritual masterpieces... but other mosques were waiting!! We arrived in the historic center of Sultanahmet, with the tourist buses... but that’s what we’re here for, right?! SO, Hagia Sophia... AYASOFYA... Byzantine jewel. I’ll spare you the history—everyone goes to Istanbul to see it. It’s a must: the star of Istanbul! I recommend the audio guides. From the outside, it’s a bit massive, not very pretty—to be honest, you’re lenient because the old lady isn’t exactly young. She started her journey in the 6th century. The inside is a bit disorienting—you immediately feel all the eras that have succeeded one another. So you’re not quite sure what you’ve come to see—a church, a mosque... it’s a museum!! But all the eras have, despite everything, respected the place, and the whole thing is very impressive and quite harmonious. I was expecting a tourist trap, but not at all—there was almost no one, and we wandered around, letting the place inspire us.





Since we were there, we moved on to the Blue Mosque: Sultan Ahmed Mosque... all the tourists were there... we waited in line, headscarves on, shoes in hand... all those people took away its charm and soul. 21,000 tiles, not so blue after all. It’s very beautiful, but not our favorite... though from the outside, it’s stunning and very photogenic.





But apparently, "Little Hagia Sophia," a bit further away, is really worth it and much less crowded. We didn’t go to the Basilica Cistern either, which tempted me so much, but there were too many people... Sultanahmet is full of ancestral treasures that make Istanbul’s charm and reputation, bearing witness to the past grandeur of this sublime city.

We headed back toward the Grand Bazaar of Istanbul... Aladdin, Scheherazade, sultans, favorites, and the 1001 Nights... it’s magical!! You can happily get lost in a maze of colors and scents, inside and out (less touristy and cheaper!!). Of course, there’s plenty to empty tourists’ wallets, but after doing the Moroccan souks several times—quite oppressive in my opinion—here, no pressure at all. We really felt great, surrounded by polite, kind, and smiling people. We found our happiness in magnets and other souvenirs... my daughter got two scarves, bracelets, and four husbands!!! At noon, it was packed; at 5 PM, no one... BUT personally, I preferred the Spice Market, located just behind Yeni Camii (oh, we didn’t visit that one...), the New Mosque on the Bosphorus. It’s smaller but better quality. We brought back jewelry, spices, bath towels (they don’t take up much space in a suitcase... but they’re so beautiful...). In short, we found what we were looking for... but that’s just our opinion....



Little walks on Galata Bridge with its fishermen, and we ended up eating a real kebab at the foot of the New Mosque—super good (and the spicy one is *really* spicy; the non-spicy one is too!!). We sat on the docks, watching the bustling city!

We took bus 99 back to Balat (because we’re *persona non grata* with the taxis!!)... And what’s great about Istanbul with the Turks is that, of course, they spotted us as loud French people. First, they saved us because we were going the wrong way, then on the bus, we were looking at the stops like: "Do you think we get off at this stop or the next one??" And every time, kind people approached us: "Ohh, you’re French! My brother-in-law works in Besançon—do you know Besançon?" "No..." "It’s nice, but it’s cold... I worked there for 3 years and then came back..." And just like that, every evening we made new friends!! They all have family in France... The first night, one even got off at the same stop as us and walked us back for fear we’d get lost "because tourists get lost in this area... taxis too, by the way!"... Don’t even get me started, my good man!!!

Day 3... After a good Turkish breakfast in our movie-set Balat-Fener, where cats, dogs, and grandpas wander (I love it +++), off we went on bus 99 toward Topkapı Palace... The 1001 Nights palace of the Ottoman sultan from the 15th to the 19th century... and its harem!!!! And we weren’t alone!! But it’s very well organized, and the audio guides are very useful. We all four loved it. We couldn’t help comparing it to the Alhambra in Andalusia... it’s less grandiose but still very beautiful. Very blue, very green, very beautiful! And very big... we spent 4 hours there dreaming of another time...



After a good meal on a terrace to rest our feet and digest the Turkish delight... we wandered the streets: headed to the hills to visit Süleymaniye Mosque: the mosque of Sultan Suleiman the Magnificent!! You can’t miss it—perched on its hill, you see it from wherever you are in Istanbul!! We put our shoes in little lockers, put on our headscarves, stopped talking, and sat on the beautiful red carpet, enjoying the ambient tranquility... My daughter thought it was the prettiest. Huge, graceful, luminous, harmonious—a true jewel (of course, if you like mosques and haven’t overdosed!!)





We walked back down quietly through the surrounding little streets, thinking we’d enjoy it more next time...



We stopped by the Spice Bazaar again, just in case we’d forgotten something... And we got back at 6:30 PM to eat pastrami and local cheese in our dollhouse wooden home...

Last day... it’s raining... bummer... We took our bus again, and big day—we took the Marmarail metro to go TO ASIA!!! For teens and adults alike, it’s too fun!!! We’re easily amused! In one metro station, we changed continents... magical! It’s very modern, clean, and there was no one... We didn’t explore the entire Asian side, which deserves much more time than we gave it, but we made do with what we had... We toured Kadıköy—very nice, lively, very commercial. You can feel it waking up, lots of cool little shops. Given the weather, there were very few tourists—a very nice surprise. We had lunch at Ciya, famous for its Turkish specialties—it was delicious.

There’s a magnificent view of the Bosphorus and Sultanahmet—at sunset, it must be magical. We came back by boat to enjoy the view—no more rain, but a good wind in return... between tankers, seagulls, and dolphins!!



We crossed another beautiful maze of little commercial streets, bustling and full of history, reached the Grand Bazaar again—just in case we’d forgotten something... and because it was raining again... so a little tea in the warmth was always welcome. We bought baklava and Turkish delight from Afiz Mustafa for the grandparents who were looking after the dog... ate one last kebab, and went back to pack, stuffing our bath towels into bags that were too small... Tomorrow, the taxi comes to pick us up at 6 AM... if he finds the address!!!



I loved it... Actually, everyone loved Istanbul... I found it such a contrasted city—between modernity and tradition, past and present, so young, dynamic, optimistic, and smiling. Sure, it’s sometimes messy, ugly, not well-maintained, but that’s its charm—so authentic. And long may it last....

Hi there,

I’ve got a huge problem before my trip to Istanbul, and I feel like I’m the only one dealing with this...

I made a reservation for next week through AutoEurope in Istanbul to rent a car for 10 days with a 0 € excess insurance (the final rental company is Budget).

So far, so good...

Except when I read AutoEurope’s terms, I see "debit card not accepted, credit card only"—this applies to the deposit, because even with 0 € excess insurance, there’s still a deposit, for a ridiculous amount (around 100 €, cheaper than the car rental itself). And sure enough, after checking with AutoEurope, Budget, and even other rental companies like Hertz, Avis, Europcar, etc., NONE of them accept debit cards (for the deposit and sometimes even for paying for the car!!).

But in France, 90% of people have a debit card (Visa, Mastercard, etc.) and not a credit card. So I don’t get why I’m the only one in this situation!!!!...

I don’t know what to do... I’ve contacted all the agencies, and none will accept Visa or Mastercard debit cards, so I’m worried my AutoEurope reservation is useless, that Budget will refuse me the car once I’m there, and I won’t get a refund! Worse, I’m afraid I won’t find a car for my trip at all!!...

If you’ve got a solution, please help—I’m totally stressed out by this crazy situation!!

Thanks so much!

Hi there. About a month ago, I posted a potential itinerary for Bulgaria and Istanbul, but in the end, since we found some relatively cheap flight tickets to Istanbul, we decided to go for a trip to Turkey instead.

When? 2 weeks, late August (14th to 29th) Who? Dad, mom, a 17-year-old teen, and an 11-year-old child

Here’s our plan: do you think it’s doable? Any practical tips?

We start with 4 full days in Istanbul (5 nights) Then, we rent a car and head to Ephesus. We stay there for 1 day (2 nights) After that, we drive to Kaş. We stay there for 4 full days (5 nights), enough time to relax a bit, see Kaputaş Beach and Kekova, the site of Myra, the site of Patara, and possibly the site of Çıralı/Olympos—even though it’s a bit far—and Saklıkent Gorge. From Kaş, we spend 2 nights near Denizli to see Pamukkale and Aphrodisias. Is it possible to visit both sites in the same day? Then, we travel from Pamukkale back to Istanbul, return the car, and spend one last night in Istanbul.

Thanks for your thoughts!

Saturday, November 9, 2024 We left the house in the late morning, heading to the nearby airport parking lot, shuttle, formalities, and a quiet flight on a half-empty plane. Three hours eastward, we arrived in pitch-black night. Like everywhere in the world, we entered the city by crossing a vast, garish commercial zone, then the roads turned into streets, then alleys. Eventually, our driver had to stop to move poorly parked scooters so his oversized minibus could pass. We arrived in the middle of the old town, in a huge old house. We’re thrilled. The neighborhood is lively, full of atmosphere. Hungry and exhausted, we ate (very well) at the hotel restaurant, then strolled around. First impressions are promising!







Sunday, November 10, 2024 Antalya In this part of the world, there are some quirks that don’t always suit us infidels! Here in Antalya, the religious influence is still pretty light. You can drink freely, girls can save a lot on fabric—it’s all good, no one’s gonna say anything. But there’s the muezzin. That lanky guy who belts out his tune five times a day from the top of his minaret didn’t spare us this morning. Just a heads-up, we’ve got a two-hour time difference, and this guy starts his serenade at 4 AM, right in the middle of the night. That’s early!

Anyway, we recover, have breakfast, and realize that in terms of revered figures, Atatürk doesn’t take a backseat to the prophet responsible for our nighttime disturbances. We’d already been surprised by how ubiquitous his portrait is, but on the restaurant terrace, we see it’s a full-blown cult. There’s a little altar with rose petals under his portrait. First thing in the morning, the staff lines up to pay their respects, then sings a stirring hymn while some customers stand, hand on heart.

Right after breakfast, we set off like explorers through the old town. It’s incredible how many walls, monuments, and statues have survived from the glorious Greek and Roman eras. Back then, they built things to last!

Hi everyone!

If you're looking for great tips and offbeat spots, if you love exploring uncharted parts of a country, if the exotic is your adrenaline, then move along!

Our 15 days in early May in this part of Turkey (a country I first discovered during a city trip to Istanbul in 2017) will only tread well-worn paths and revisit popular routes. Simply because I kept hoping until the very end that our flight to Jordan wouldn’t be canceled. Events in the Gulf proved me wrong, so we left with: Zero preparation. Not a single hotel booked (well, except the first one), no visits planned, just a flight ticket bought three weeks earlier. No guidebook, no app—just the desire to explore southern Turkey and Cappadocia, whose images and the chance to stretch our legs had caught my eye.

Oh, wait—I did bring along a new guide: Gemini! Yes, my friends, generative AI was my chief advisor throughout the trip for sites to visit, accommodations, routes, and even restaurants! An experiment I wanted to try to form my own opinion on using this new technology. And what better way to test it than a Turkish getaway?

The verdict? You’ll have to wait for the trip recap to find out!

The main idea of the trip is also relaxation.

So, the plan is Antalya for a few days, the Turkish Riviera for a few more, Cappadocia as the highlight, and a return via Antalya to wrap up the trip. And it was all planned by AI!

So, if you're ready, fasten your seatbelts—cabin crew, doors to automatic and cross check—boarding for Turkey now!

A little sneak peek?

Hello,

Living in Amman, Jordan, I’d like to visit Jerusalem and the surrounding areas during the Christmas season. I’d love to hear your thoughts on: - the security conditions in Israel/Palestine, - sightseeing in Jerusalem during the Christmas period.

Thanks in advance for your replies!

Best regards, Vincent

Hi everyone,

Since it’s a hot topic, yet rarely shown, and since there’s quite a bit of criticism and prejudice around it—and since I’ve had three in ten days—I’m going to talk about layovers at Istanbul Airport, especially with Turkish Airlines. This is a common scenario for forum members planning trips to Central Asia, the Caucasus, but also Japan, China, Australia, Africa, and more.

It all starts on a plane beginning its descent, knowing that the approach to Istanbul Airport is always quite long—about thirty minutes. Through the windows, if you’re lucky, you get a view of the city. You need to know a little to get your bearings, but here we’re on the side of Sabiha Gökçen Airport, south of Istanbul on the Asian side. You can spot the Bosphorus, the Golden Horn, and Fenerbahçe’s football stadium.



Landing over highways with three times four lanes, and then the airport tarmac for the taxi phase. This can take a while—sometimes nearly half an hour—but this morning, luck was on my side: barely more than 10 minutes. It’s rare now for Turkish Airlines planes to unload via pax buses, so we got a jet bridge. Avgeeks will immediately notice they’re not in Europe anymore but in another world: Pobeda, Belavia, and plenty of more exotic airlines. As the captain seriously put it in his final announcement after thanking the kids, it’s the “crossroads of the world.”

We suddenly step into a massive corridor, an endless, bright hall, usually deserted, and turn left or right—I think it’s always left for the flights I take, heading toward “transfers.” The walk is supposed to take a good ten minutes at worst. Watch out for airport vehicles—they come fast and don’t honk.



Here’s where it gets interesting: Istanbul has always had a bypass for short layovers, something you never hear about on forums. In the past, you had to bolt out of the jet bridge like a rocket and vaguely show your boarding pass to an attendant before sprinting. But now it’s institutionalized, and there’s signage that spares you from running all the way to the main security check. Until recently—at least the last time I did this—it even let you skip all formalities, dropping you like a wild dog into the departures area, which is spacious enough to stretch your legs!



A heads-up for the young and the not-so-young: even without the bypass, if you’re under 5 (accompanied), over 65 (alone), you get fast track. That saves you a few hundred meters and possibly some waiting time, though I’m less sure about that. The entrance honestly looks like an amusement park, though.



So, not young enough, not old enough, I keep going. I pass by dozens of passport control booths (in blue) and reach the transfer security checkpoint (in red). There’s a fast track for Business and Gold passengers—in my case, I’m both—but since it’s at the wrong end for my direction, it wouldn’t even be worth it. It’d just be a frivolous sprint. None of this is crowded at all; the wait lasted about a minute. You have to take out your laptop at this checkpoint—not all of them—but you haven’t had to take out liquids for a while in Istanbul. A hallway, an escalator, and then—bam—you’re in the Dubai-esque hall. One look says it all. Everything sparkles, everything’s expensive. *Very* expensive. Just for show, I spot a sandwich for around 12 €, and some simits for about 4 € (it’s in TL, but that’s roughly the conversion).



So, I head to the lounge—or one of the lounges—at Turkish Airlines, upstairs. Here too, there’s a priority entrance for families and people with reduced mobility, and an extra hundred meters for everyone else. A few of us seem to have had the same idea, and the twin lounges are under renovation for three months. One is for Business Class passengers, the other for Miles & Smiles and Gold members. They’re nearly identical. Needless to say, it’s packed—just as crowded in one as the other. There are *tons* of Business Class passengers on Turkish Airlines. I assume some other airlines’ passengers are mixed in, but not enough to explain the crowd. It’s as busy as Gare Montparnasse on a holiday departure day, and the 5 or 6 food counters, along with the salad and dessert buffets, are struggling to keep up. I didn’t dare ask to access the shower area, but I’ll admit the Wi-Fi works without the torturous maneuvers it required just a few months ago. Later, I’ll have to watch for the gate for my destination—Warsaw. With my usual luck, it’ll be in the F double-digits, the farthest ones, listed as 15 to 19 minutes away. That said, once you reach the end of that dead end, there’s plenty of quiet space with power outlets. Because here, there’s high demand for kilowatts.

My reporter’s conscience doesn’t go so far as to guide me here—I’ve covered the free access up to the iGA lounge, which has a good reputation but costs nearly 100 € for three hours. Maybe another time, on a promo day—I’ll keep an eye on their site. The piano starts playing “Bésame Mucho,” so I’ll pause my story here.



Michel