<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27253990</id><updated>2011-09-06T07:16:50.976+03:00</updated><category term='asena'/><category term='istanbul food'/><category term='ramadan'/><category term='turkey'/><category term='hidrellez'/><category term='gypsy'/><category term='istanbul'/><category term='oriental dance'/><category term='sultanahmet'/><category term='ahirkapi'/><category term='reality tv'/><category term='eid el adha'/><category term='tanyeli'/><category term='kurban bayram'/><category term='spring festival'/><category term='bellydance'/><category term='gullac'/><category term='kibariye'/><category term='spring'/><category term='oryantal'/><category term='ottoman'/><category term='tulips'/><category term='gossip famous_people'/><category term='seker bayram'/><category term='ramazan'/><category term='turkey election'/><title type='text'>East Meets West</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turkishodyssey.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27253990/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turkishodyssey.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>arabesque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13815048908702433085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27253990.post-2303885446523372712</id><published>2007-07-26T18:50:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:38:31.644+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gossip famous_people'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SKIN DEEP&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a confession to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It could cost my career as an ar-teest, but here it goes....I....have.......cellulite. You're probably wondering 'big deal, who doesn't?!' Frankly I am too, but it's hard to avoid the fact that this type of fat is so controversial in Turkey this summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3K4qQXFielA/RtZgAOz4bOI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Q2U4wMfkRcY/s1600-h/hulya.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104372784763006178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3K4qQXFielA/RtZgAOz4bOI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Q2U4wMfkRcY/s320/hulya.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It all started out when uber-star Hülya Avşar was caught on film crawling out of the sea with super dimply thighs. She later tried to rectify her image by romping near reporters, making sure they were catching her in the right lighting (apparently lighting has everything to do with how severe your fat looks - who knew?). Then there was a slew of stars filmed on boats in shorts and sarongs, to which TV programs claimed they must be hiding something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3K4qQXFielA/RtZgSuz4bPI/AAAAAAAAAO8/INpPEeU1qvY/s1600-h/jlo-bikini-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104373102590586098" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 135px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 155px" height="210" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3K4qQXFielA/RtZgSuz4bPI/AAAAAAAAAO8/INpPEeU1qvY/s320/jlo-bikini-2.jpg" width="154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clearly creams don't work. Nor does spending thousands of dollars on special cellulite massages. So what's a gal to do? Fortunately, an American sistah has come to the rescue. Instead of creating a gossip vortex, the revelation that J. Lo has cellulite was met with not just low-key reportage, but actual &lt;em&gt;sympathy&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows - maybe having cellulite will actually become all the rage. Cellulite could just be the new body trend of 2008...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27253990-2303885446523372712?l=turkishodyssey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turkishodyssey.blogspot.com/feeds/2303885446523372712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27253990&amp;postID=2303885446523372712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27253990/posts/default/2303885446523372712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27253990/posts/default/2303885446523372712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turkishodyssey.blogspot.com/2007/07/skin-deep-i-have-confession-to-make.html' title=''/><author><name>arabesque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13815048908702433085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3K4qQXFielA/RtZgAOz4bOI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Q2U4wMfkRcY/s72-c/hulya.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27253990.post-7878876119465469887</id><published>2007-07-22T10:54:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:38:32.108+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='turkey election'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3K4qQXFielA/RqOk8hBnC4I/AAAAAAAAAOc/drvdsfx8Pug/s1600-h/Tr-Ak+Bayrak.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090093363423021954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3K4qQXFielA/RqOk8hBnC4I/AAAAAAAAAOc/drvdsfx8Pug/s320/Tr-Ak+Bayrak.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ELECTION THOUGHTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today millions of Turks go to the polls to elect the next parliament. This election is more controversial than previous ones as the ruling AK Party, which has Islamic roots, is expected to win, while secularists believe if they do win and appoint a president from their party they will revise the constitution and put Turkey under Sharia Law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Over the weeks leading up to the election, I've heard some interesting comments from the man on the street as well as some candidates:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Anybody who votes for Erdogan &lt;/em&gt;(AK Party) &lt;em&gt;will go to hell!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Erbakan, former head of the conservative Islamic Saadet Party. Both Erbakan and Erdogan are from the now-defunct Welfare Party. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I support CHP, Ataturk's party. If the head were Mustafa Sarigul&lt;/em&gt; (the CHP leader of an affluent district in Istanbul), &lt;em&gt;I would give them my vote. But Baykal&lt;/em&gt; (the party head)&lt;em&gt; is a maniac who is full of hot air and has done nothing to help the Turkish people. So I voted for MHP." -&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Taxi driver itching to tell me who he voted for. CHP is the leftist party founded by Ataturk that supports secularism. MHP also supports secularism, but is more nationalist. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Americans don't understand the seriousness of the situation. If AK Party wins, they will slowly impose Islam on our country. You won't notice it at first, but they will change the constitution to Sharia Law and Turkey will become another Iran."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - Turkish woman expressing what many secularists fear will happen if AK Party stays in power.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There are people who say 'I am the leader of Ataturk's party'. But if Ataturk were alive today, he would be ashamed of its leadership."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Prime Minister Erdogan about the leader of the CHP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm religious, I pray every day, and I have many friends like me who are voting for CHP. I don't like the fact they are making money over religion."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Young professional in Istanbul on his election choice and views about the ruling party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm definitely voting for AK Party because under their rule, the price of cooking oil has dropped, there is very little inflation and the cost of my utilities has stayed the same."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Taxi driver on why he supports AK Party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27253990-7878876119465469887?l=turkishodyssey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turkishodyssey.blogspot.com/feeds/7878876119465469887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27253990&amp;postID=7878876119465469887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27253990/posts/default/7878876119465469887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27253990/posts/default/7878876119465469887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turkishodyssey.blogspot.com/2007/07/election-thoughts-today-millions-of.html' title=''/><author><name>arabesque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13815048908702433085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3K4qQXFielA/RqOk8hBnC4I/AAAAAAAAAOc/drvdsfx8Pug/s72-c/Tr-Ak+Bayrak.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27253990.post-1101559749144957870</id><published>2007-07-07T09:17:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:38:32.250+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='istanbul food'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;AND THE WINNER IS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3K4qQXFielA/Ro8zifuEwHI/AAAAAAAAAOM/Cs-vCQR9uVs/s1600-h/IMG_0876.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084339172047896690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3K4qQXFielA/Ro8zifuEwHI/AAAAAAAAAOM/Cs-vCQR9uVs/s320/IMG_0876.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If there's something Turks love almost as much as football, it's driving like maniacs. It doesn't matter how many cars (or pedestrians) are on the road. The person behind the wheel has the right of way and the right to speed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it really comes as not surprise that Turkey has been ranked best in the world for something that combines food (another one of Turkey's loves) with quick driving. After inspection in 60 countries and a review of rankings based on several criteria including customer satisfaction and delivery speed, the parent company has selected Domino's Turkey as the best in the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you see how the delivery guys drive in Turkey, you'll understand how they scored high points on delivery speed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27253990-1101559749144957870?l=turkishodyssey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turkishodyssey.blogspot.com/feeds/1101559749144957870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27253990&amp;postID=1101559749144957870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27253990/posts/default/1101559749144957870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27253990/posts/default/1101559749144957870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turkishodyssey.blogspot.com/2007/07/and-winner-is.html' title=''/><author><name>arabesque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13815048908702433085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3K4qQXFielA/Ro8zifuEwHI/AAAAAAAAAOM/Cs-vCQR9uVs/s72-c/IMG_0876.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27253990.post-4499956626010246585</id><published>2007-05-26T11:38:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:38:32.451+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;CAREER SUICIDE ALA TURCA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Like many a starlet, model/actress Aysun Kayaci is not so happy about her image as a ditzy bombshell. So at a recent press conference for a new ad campaign she's featured in, when she was asked about some nude photos she posed for a couple years back I thought 'we were all young and stupid once-cut the girl some slack'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Until I saw the ad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3K4qQXFielA/Rlf44LIj0eI/AAAAAAAAAOE/66IbeoyoiwQ/s1600-h/aysun+kayaci.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068793549573837282" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 125px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 117px" height="155" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3K4qQXFielA/Rlf44LIj0eI/AAAAAAAAAOE/66IbeoyoiwQ/s320/aysun+kayaci.bmp" width="160" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A 20-something guy takes a sip of PepsiMax, and suddenly finds Aysun's face planted on his. He can't believe it, so he takes another sip and there she is again. His friend looks at him and tries his luck with the same results.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What a way to reposition your career! Revealing photos taken once upon a time when you needed to pay the bills are one thing. People may hear about them, but to see them you actually have to go out and search for them. On the other hand, snogging everything in sight on national television where every Emre, Ayse and little Ahmet can see is something entirely different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ad is not even clever - the message is 'drink Pepsi Max, get snogged'. (The Turkish version of American beer ads?!). And to think she only made 250,000 YTL ($185,000) for the ads...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27253990-4499956626010246585?l=turkishodyssey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turkishodyssey.blogspot.com/feeds/4499956626010246585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27253990&amp;postID=4499956626010246585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27253990/posts/default/4499956626010246585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27253990/posts/default/4499956626010246585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turkishodyssey.blogspot.com/2007/05/career-suicide-ala-turca-like-many.html' title=''/><author><name>arabesque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13815048908702433085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3K4qQXFielA/Rlf44LIj0eI/AAAAAAAAAOE/66IbeoyoiwQ/s72-c/aysun+kayaci.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27253990.post-7921476057724994617</id><published>2007-03-24T17:35:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:38:32.959+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='istanbul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spring'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ISTANBUL AU NATUREL &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A great thing about Istanbul is despite the fact that there are over 20 million people living here, you don't have to go very far to find nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now that spring has sprung, it's completely in my face. Not that there has been a lack - the winter was so warm that my plants just took a disco nap instead of hibernating! But now that March is here, Mother Nature is putting on a spectacular that can only be compared with Carnival in Rio:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3K4qQXFielA/RhZskWWiy1I/AAAAAAAAAGI/zQMLY7hB9cU/s1600-h/07032310532900.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050343403873815378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3K4qQXFielA/RhZskWWiy1I/AAAAAAAAAGI/zQMLY7hB9cU/s320/07032310532900.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blossoms are exploding on trees&lt;/strong&gt;. As I watch the skyscrapers pass by on the way to work, my attention gets pulled to trees I hadn't noticed before that have turned fluffy pinks, yellows and white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cats&lt;/strong&gt; were just fighting during the warm winter. Now the screeches have turned to purring as felines everywhere have taken to &lt;strong&gt;courting&lt;/strong&gt; and many a swollen belly can be seen waddling around our neighborhood. Soon the place will be 'litter'ally crawling with kittens!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3K4qQXFielA/RhZqT2Wiy0I/AAAAAAAAAGA/CnuIzf4mdPU/s1600-h/07040412324100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050340921382718274" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3K4qQXFielA/RhZqT2Wiy0I/AAAAAAAAAGA/CnuIzf4mdPU/s320/07040412324100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Besides a great view of a construction site outside my window there are &lt;strong&gt;birds&lt;/strong&gt; that visit me throughout the day. (I'd like to think they're visiting me - they're probably just checking out their reflection in the window!). They've been busy this week hauling twigs, cotton and pieces of paper to the floor above us where they are &lt;strong&gt;building a nest&lt;/strong&gt; and there soon will be baby birds chirping away. This guy &lt;strong&gt;(right)&lt;/strong&gt; was struggling to carry the equivalent of an avian chandelier up to his new pad. I could just picture the missus shaking her head and saying 'I told you that will never go with the designer newspaper and spittle sofas!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah yes, it's great to be so close to nature. I'm just thankful that my work neighborhood is far from my home, where baby birds would be a tasty treat for all the newborn kitties. A side of nature I'd rather not witness!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27253990-7921476057724994617?l=turkishodyssey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turkishodyssey.blogspot.com/feeds/7921476057724994617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27253990&amp;postID=7921476057724994617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27253990/posts/default/7921476057724994617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27253990/posts/default/7921476057724994617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turkishodyssey.blogspot.com/2007/03/istanbul-au-naturel-great-thing-about.html' title=''/><author><name>arabesque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13815048908702433085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3K4qQXFielA/RhZskWWiy1I/AAAAAAAAAGI/zQMLY7hB9cU/s72-c/07032310532900.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27253990.post-3835506129012856000</id><published>2007-03-10T10:12:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T10:38:46.131+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOTHING IS BLACK AND WHITE &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prefer this blog be a place of social rather than political commentary. But I just read an article in this week’s Economist that brought an interesting point to my attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many hot topics of discussion in and about Turkey, and one of the hottest is the Armenian situation during WWI, when hundreds of thousands of Armenians died while being forced into exile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The article on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.economist.com/world/europe/displaystory.cfm?story_id=8820431"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Turkish nationalism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; states that the US Congress has pledged to adopt a resolution calling the mass slaughter genocide. This raises a lot of questions for me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What gives the US Government the right to pass resolutions on other countries’ domestic policies, especially ones from nearly a century ago? And what &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; congress doing with taxpayers’ money?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Has the US Government admitted that the mass slaughter of Native Americans - where entire tribes were annihilated - was genocide? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If there were Native Americans who could flee during the massacres and relocate to Turkey (and France and the UK and Russia), and who lobbied those governments for a similar resolution, how would the US react?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am no expert on the subject, but what I understand is this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hundreds of thousands of Armenians died and many were killed while being sent into exile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;These Armenians were also fighting for an independent country (which involved killing Turks and Kurds) and were supported by Russia, a country Turkey was at war with. At that time Turkey was fighting a bloody war on five fronts with Russia’s allies - UK and France. If American Cubans were fighting for an independent state with support from Al Qaeda, and innocent Americans were being killed, would the US react in a humane way? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Unlike Native Americans, many Armenians were able to flee and build successful lives in other countries &lt;/span&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Armenians now have their own country. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There are still many Armenians in Turkey, who live prosperous lives and in harmony with the rest of Turkey – including Jews, Kurds, Arabs and other Christians. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I’m not excusing what happened way back in 1915. But if you look at the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Genocides_in_history"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;history of genocides&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, the beginning years of the 20th century were clearly troubling times. Nothing is black and white, &lt;em&gt;especially&lt;/em&gt; in this part of the world. Only through dialogue can such issues be resolved. And I encourage governments to resolve their own issues regarding their past before meddling in other governments’ domestic policy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27253990-3835506129012856000?l=turkishodyssey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turkishodyssey.blogspot.com/feeds/3835506129012856000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27253990&amp;postID=3835506129012856000' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27253990/posts/default/3835506129012856000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27253990/posts/default/3835506129012856000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turkishodyssey.blogspot.com/2007/03/nothing-is-black-and-white-i-prefer.html' title=''/><author><name>arabesque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13815048908702433085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27253990.post-7755759944596821381</id><published>2007-01-13T10:40:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T10:47:30.171+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kurban bayram'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='turkey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='istanbul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eid el adha'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;ONE LUCKY SHEEP?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple weeks ago we celebrated Eid Al Adha – the Feast of the Sacrifice in Turkey. Turks practice many pagan rituals that have been adapted to Islam and/or modern Turkish culture, and the sacrifice is one example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from this holiday, folks sacrifice animals throughout the year to celebrate, give thanks and to bring good luck. When the last of a troublesome model of planes was sent back to the UK by Turkish Airlines, some of the workers celebrated by &lt;a href="http://www.usatoday.com/travel/flights/2006-12-13-turkish-air-camel_x.htm"&gt;sacrificing a camel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; at the airport. A friend of mine refused to sacrifice an animal when they bought a new vehicle for their business and the van had several accidents and incidents throughout the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year Mahmut and his family sacrificed a sheep. A prayer is said to the animal, the butcher makes a quick slit to the throat, the animal is carved up and some of the meat goes to the family and the rest to the poor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my meat – be it a nice steak, some lamb chops or a sizzling shish kebab. I also don’t get queasy easily. But when they brought back the meat and Mahmut’s 10 year old nephew called out ‘it’s still warm!’ I had to leave the room. I didn’t want to be the sissy foreigner, so I popped my head into the kitchen from time to time while they were carving the meat into more manageable pieces. I was able to tolerate the concept more, until Mahmut’s Mom called me over to show me something ‘Look at this! The vein is still throbbing!’. They finally had to leave the meat on the balcony to cool down because, as I learned that day, warm meat is more difficult to cut than cold meat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I didn’t take any lamb home with me, and it was a few days before I could stomach a piece of meat. I will still have my steak any day – just don’t remind me where it came from!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27253990-7755759944596821381?l=turkishodyssey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turkishodyssey.blogspot.com/feeds/7755759944596821381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27253990&amp;postID=7755759944596821381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27253990/posts/default/7755759944596821381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27253990/posts/default/7755759944596821381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turkishodyssey.blogspot.com/2007/01/one-lucky-sheep-couple-weeks-ago-we.html' title=''/><author><name>arabesque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13815048908702433085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27253990.post-6472544385760123045</id><published>2006-12-19T20:44:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:38:33.408+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kurban bayram'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='turkey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='istanbul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eid el adha'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ANCIENT TRADITION GOES MODERN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December 31st is just around the corner and you know what that means. Well, this year it means Kurban Bayram in Turkey - the Holiday of the Sacrifice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time there was a guy called Ibrahim (Abraham). He was asked by God to show his devotion by sacrificing one of his sons. In Christian tradition, that son's name was Isaac. According to Islam it was the other son, Ismail that was to get the axe. Ibrahim did what he was told and at the last moment, his son miraculously turned into a lamb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3K4qQXFielA/RZa9uEjp8EI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Dt9VvfFkBK4/s1600-h/adak.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014403834318549058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3K4qQXFielA/RZa9uEjp8EI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Dt9VvfFkBK4/s320/adak.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To commemorate this miraculous event, Eid el Adha is celebrated every year. It also marks the end of the Haj Pilgrimage to Mecca. Families that can afford to have an animal sacrificed to give thanks to Allah, and the meat is given to the poor. It has come to my attention that this ancient tradition has taken on a very modern twist in Turkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to my friend Lucy, it's a major PR coup if a hypermarket (giant supermarket) becomes the site of the neighborhood's sacrifices. Not only do they get hundreds of people visiting their store during the holidays, they also build up good will with the locals. Take Carrefour for example. In some cities they build a huge pit in their parking lot to help with the sacrificial draining. They set up an area for the animals. They offer a 'sacrifice package' - you pick out your animal, and they will house, feed, take care of and slaughter it for you. And you can pay for your holiday package with a credit plan of 6 installments! I don't think Allah saw that one coming when he did the ol' switcharoo on the mount...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3K4qQXFielA/RZa9nUjp8DI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zZxk2n-4s64/s1600-h/adak+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014403718354432050" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 162px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px" height="150" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3K4qQXFielA/RZa9nUjp8DI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zZxk2n-4s64/s320/adak+2.jpg" width="189" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My colleague Gamze found another convenient way to give thanks during the holiday season - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.aloadak.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;www.aloadak.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. Like choosing a hottie from an online dating service, you can pick out your sacrificial lamb over the internet, make arrangements for the sacrifice and pay online. According to the site "Those who don't have time to go to the Animal Market can call our Hello Sacrifice hotline or contact us through our website for all your sacrificial needs." No fuss, no muss, settle your holiday duties with just one phone call!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wonder if there's an online confession service for Catholics...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27253990-6472544385760123045?l=turkishodyssey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turkishodyssey.blogspot.com/feeds/6472544385760123045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27253990&amp;postID=6472544385760123045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27253990/posts/default/6472544385760123045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27253990/posts/default/6472544385760123045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turkishodyssey.blogspot.com/2006/12/ancient-tradition-goes-modern-december.html' title=''/><author><name>arabesque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13815048908702433085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3K4qQXFielA/RZa9uEjp8EI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Dt9VvfFkBK4/s72-c/adak.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27253990.post-116132306284234224</id><published>2006-10-20T08:38:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T11:21:21.870+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gullac'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='turkey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seker bayram'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='istanbul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramadan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramazan'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10 REASONS I LOVE RAMAZAN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ramazan (or Ramadan as it's known in most of the world) is the Islamic month of fasting, and is about to come to an end this year. Here are some of the reasons why I love Ramazan:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; Food tastes better after not having eaten all day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; You can walk through the streets without being asphyxiated by cigarette smoke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt; 1.5 billion people world-wide experiencing the same struggle of not eating food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.&lt;/strong&gt; When you don't eat during the day, you realize how much your life revolves around food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.&lt;/strong&gt; When you don't eat during the day, you realize how much more efficient you can be without having to take food breaks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2536/2864/1600/gullaccc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 156px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px" height="169" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2536/2864/320/gullaccc.jpg" width="163" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.&lt;/strong&gt; Gullac! During Ramazan in Turkey, this favorite dessert of thin layers of dough, milk, nuts and pomegranate seeds is available.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.&lt;/strong&gt; 1.5 billion people feeling empathy: One of the purposes of fasting during the month is to understand what those without go through every day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8.&lt;/strong&gt; 1.5 billion people feeling compassion: Ramazan reminds people to be more compassionate towards others. Drivers are less aggressive, people are more courteous and thoughtful than they are at other times of the year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9.&lt;/strong&gt; Less traffic during rush hour. Folks rush home or to restaurants before &lt;em&gt;iftar&lt;/em&gt;, the breaking of the fast. This year, iftar takes place around 6:30pm - the perfect time to leave the office as the streets become empty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10.&lt;/strong&gt; Sugar Festival! &lt;em&gt;Seker Bayram&lt;/em&gt; is the 3-4 day holiday after the month of fasting. A combination of Christmas, Halloween and Chinese New Year, children get presents, new toys and lots of candy. They also go around kissing their elders' hands then touching them to their forehead, a sign of respect. In return the elders give them money, similar to children receiving red envelopes on Chinese New Year. During the Sugar Festival, friends and relatives are visited and lots of food is eaten to celebrate the end of fasting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Happy Holidays!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27253990-116132306284234224?l=turkishodyssey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turkishodyssey.blogspot.com/feeds/116132306284234224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27253990&amp;postID=116132306284234224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27253990/posts/default/116132306284234224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27253990/posts/default/116132306284234224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turkishodyssey.blogspot.com/2006/10/10-reasons-i-love-ramazan-ramazan-or.html' title=''/><author><name>arabesque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13815048908702433085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27253990.post-115908648483070583</id><published>2006-09-24T11:12:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T21:33:34.138+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kibariye'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tanyeli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oryantal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gypsy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='turkey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='asena'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='istanbul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bellydance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reality tv'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oriental dance'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2536/2864/1600/Reyhan.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2536/2864/400/Reyhan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2536/2864/1600/Reyhan.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHO WANTS TO BE AN ORYANTAL STAR?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we watched the final round of the latest reality show to hit Turkey. It’s not a repackaged, localized version of Big Brother or Survivor or American Idol. This reality program has a very local twist to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you get when you take 11 young women with various levels of talent, stick them in a hotel and give them dance lessons all week, then dress them up in exotic costumes so they can strut their stuff on stage? Oryantal Star is a home-grown reality program where contestants learn a new style of belly dancing (known as ‘oryantal’ or oriental in Turkish) every week, then perform it on Saturday night during a live broadcast all over Turkey (and Germany via satellite). The dancers have learned styles such as Romani (Gypsy), North African, Balkan, Arabic, Techno and of course Turkish. The home audience votes via SMS for their favorite dancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which begs the question – Who wants to be an Oryantal Star? Not in the ‘Who wants to be a millionaire’ sense, but really – after winning the title what’s next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turkey is one of several countries around these parts famous for belly dancing. On many a tourist’s top 10 things to do while in Turkey, going to a belly dance show is one of them. I was taught that belly dance is an art, a celebration of womanhood, and that the dancer is not some street tart, but somebody to be respected. And this argument can hold true in certain countries where belly dancing doesn’t have a long history, and where women are on more equal standing with men. But shimmying, scantily-clothed women are not seen as artists in a country where men from all walks of life, as if hungry wolves, look at women like innocent lambs just waiting to be devoured. The dancer is an object to be ogled and leered at, not somebody to be revered. On top of that, belly dancing is seen as being related to prostitution, as some dancers offer dancing and more. So while Turks like to &lt;em&gt;watch&lt;/em&gt; the belly dancer perform, they don’t want their girlfriends, wives or sisters to &lt;em&gt;be&lt;/em&gt; the belly dancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And unlike singing or acting contests, there’s not an obvious next step for the winner of Oryantal Star. Dancers may perform at private parties, cultural shows, on women’s daytime programs and evening variety shows on TV. But unlike singers or actors, there’s no recording contract to land, no film role to act in, no guarantee of regular work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When asked what their next step would be after winning, the finalists were not even sure what they would do. ‘Keep practicing’ ‘Improve my Turkish’ ‘Help poor people’ . Nobody had a clear idea of where their career as a belly dance star would lead them in 10 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the producers of this show are to blame for not explaining what the contestants can expect from a life of belly dancing. If the show is meant to improve the image of belly dancing in the public's eye, then there should also be a clear career path spelled out. Indeed, Tanyeli, the belly dancer judge of the show, and Asena (another very famous Turkish dancer) – are even changing their tune and seem to be working on their singing careers at the moment to be able to branch out from dancing alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes courage to break down stereotypes, and for that I tip my hat to all the contestants who went on stage every week to be judged by thousands. And the concept has caught attention elsewhere, with other countries wanting to run local versions of the program. I personally feel it’s a great way to showcase the rich variety of dancing that there is, and I hope that the show succeeds in raising the status of belly dancing to an art form so it can pave the way for other women wanting to carry on this ancient tradition&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27253990-115908648483070583?l=turkishodyssey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turkishodyssey.blogspot.com/feeds/115908648483070583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27253990&amp;postID=115908648483070583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27253990/posts/default/115908648483070583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27253990/posts/default/115908648483070583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turkishodyssey.blogspot.com/2006/09/who-wants-to-be-oryantal-star-last.html' title=''/><author><name>arabesque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13815048908702433085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27253990.post-115545939387473555</id><published>2006-08-13T11:52:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T21:23:07.224+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PATOS – THE NEW VIAGRA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can forget about Viagra and Cialis. In Turkey there is a new product on the market that is available without a prescription, easily found and apparently gives you the same results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;There are things in Turkey that still shock, then baffle me. Turkey seems to me like a country that leans towards conservative and, for the most part, is rooted in its religious traditions. Yet I still can’t come to grips with the fact that transvestites and soft porn newspapers (on newsstands found between the communist paper and the sports paper) are a common site in this city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yesterday I saw something that to date takes the cake. My beloved teenhood snack – Bugles – is now available in Turkey under the name of Patos Critos. And their clever ad campaign positions Patos Critos as the 3-dimensional chip. This concept has been creatively visualized in their TV ad, which I saw for the first time last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2536/2864/1600/Patos%20ad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2536/2864/400/Patos%20ad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A 2-dimensional guy is sitting at a bus stop looking very bored. A 2-D girl sits down next to him and starts munching on Patos Critos. As she eats the 3-D snack, she becomes a hot 3-D chick, her face and hair popping out, then her chest, etc. 2-D guy is no longer bored but intrigued. She offers him some of her crunchy 3-D snack, and he also becomes 3-dimensional. They don’t show where exactly, but when they both look down, she gets shocked and he gets embarrassed leaving it up to the viewer’s imagination…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I will be very strategic about where and with whom I eat my Bugles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27253990-115545939387473555?l=turkishodyssey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turkishodyssey.blogspot.com/feeds/115545939387473555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27253990&amp;postID=115545939387473555' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27253990/posts/default/115545939387473555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27253990/posts/default/115545939387473555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turkishodyssey.blogspot.com/2006/08/patos-new-viagra-you-can-forget-about.html' title=''/><author><name>arabesque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13815048908702433085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27253990.post-115529309828731999</id><published>2006-08-11T13:34:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T14:43:14.913+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2536/2864/1600/RIMG1635.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 183px" height="206" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2536/2864/320/RIMG1635.jpg" width="148" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DATE WITH A DONKEY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;‘I’m about to say something I never thought I’d say in Turkish’ I told my colleague before making the phone call. I had sold a tour to a client that promised ‘a visit of the town on donkeys’. The client really wanted the donkeys. I was calling the agent organizing the tour to make sure there would definitely be donkeys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Our client really wants the donkey ride – I just want to confirm that they will be able to ride donkeys during their tour.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boss had come into my office at this point and she and my colleague were struggling to stifle their laughter. The man at the other end of the phone sounded very serious, and seemed to not quite understand, so I repeated what I had said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘The tour description says that they will be riding donkeys for part of the tour – can you please confirm that our client will be able to ride donkeys’. More pant-peeing giggles from my office, while the man on the phone replied with a serious tone of voice, which I could only attribute to the fact that he was trying to keep from busting up laughing himself. After all, it’s not everyday you get a call asking about donkey rides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got the confirmation I was looking for, and as soon as I hung up the phone, my office burst into roaring laughter. Once we calmed down, caught our breath and wiped the tears from our eyes, my boss said to me ‘Do you realize what you just asked?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Turkish word I used was ‘dolasmak’ which means to walk around or to make a tour, which I thought was a nice-sounding way to ask about a donkey ride. But it also has another meaning, which paints an entirely different picture when paired with an animal. I had effectively been asking if my client could go around (as in on a date) with a donkey…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27253990-115529309828731999?l=turkishodyssey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turkishodyssey.blogspot.com/feeds/115529309828731999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27253990&amp;postID=115529309828731999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27253990/posts/default/115529309828731999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27253990/posts/default/115529309828731999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turkishodyssey.blogspot.com/2006/08/date-with-donkey-im-about-to-say.html' title=''/><author><name>arabesque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13815048908702433085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27253990.post-115037637722439735</id><published>2006-06-15T15:57:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T14:49:19.096+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CONFESSIONS OF A COFFEE LOVER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I’ve just had an exceptionally perky and productive day that can only be attributed to the heady aroma coming out of the bag in the corner of my office. Having run out of the pound of Peet’s coffee my Mom so lovingly brought from California, I decided to head to the Spice Market and create my own blend of coffee from one of the recently opened coffee sellers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The art of coffee drinking started in right here in Istanbul during the Ottoman days, where the world’s first coffee shop opened in 1475. There was even a law that a woman had legal 'grounds' to divorce her husband if he didn’t provide her with her daily quota of coffee. Coffee was introduced to Europe by Italian traders where it was branded as ‘the devil’s drink’ by the Pope until he tasted it himself and decided that it was too good a drink to let the ‘infidels’ (Muslims) have exclusivity of it. And soon coffee transformed from delicacy to necessity. Then, as European countries expanded their horizons (all this exploring fuelled, no doubt, by caffeine), they smuggled coffee plants out of the Arabian Peninsula and created newer cheaper sources in Asia and the Americas. The result is that the Ottoman Empire lost their monopoly over this valuable commodity, and Turkey became a nation of mostly tea drinkers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can still find the famous Turkish coffee everywhere, perfectly described by a Turkish proverb as being ‘Black as hell, strong as death, sweet as love’. But try sipping a few cups while reading the Sunday paper and you’ll be awake for the next few days. Nescafe is another ubiquitous option. But let’s face it – Nescafe doesn’t compare to brewed coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2536/2864/1600/kdunyasi2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2536/2864/200/kdunyasi2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So, feeling coffee deprived, I headed to Kahve Dunyasi (Coffee World) to check out my options. Sort of a local version of Starbuck’s, the parent company is also a coffee distributor, which means you can find every kind of coffee sold in Turkey there – from Colombian, to hazelnut flavored instant coffee, to Turkish coffee to chocolate-covered coffee beans. The fact that the guy gave me a blank look when I asked him if he had any French Roast was a sign that I may not be able to create my own signature blend of coffee here in Istanbul just yet. But judging by my euphoric day, the concoction of Colombian and Guatemalan that I did walk out of the shop with is more than good enough for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27253990-115037637722439735?l=turkishodyssey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turkishodyssey.blogspot.com/feeds/115037637722439735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27253990&amp;postID=115037637722439735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27253990/posts/default/115037637722439735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27253990/posts/default/115037637722439735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turkishodyssey.blogspot.com/2006/06/confessions-of-coffee-lover-ive-just.html' title=''/><author><name>arabesque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13815048908702433085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27253990.post-114761610769540241</id><published>2006-05-14T17:04:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T11:03:59.410+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sultanahmet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spring festival'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ahirkapi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gypsy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='turkey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='istanbul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hidrellez'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MARDI GRAS COMES TO ISTANBUL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2536/2864/1600/223641.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 149px" height="131" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2536/2864/200/223641.0.jpg" width="180" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;On 5 May, while most of the world is eating triangular corn chips and sipping alcoholic slurpees, and on May 6 when most folks are recovering from the events of the 5th, people all over Turkey are celebrating spring and the coming of summer. The festival is called Hidrellez, and has been taking place in these parts since ancient times. Just as this festival has touched many cultures, there are many different takes on what the festival represents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pagan Hidrellez:&lt;/strong&gt; That last chill of winter is leaving, signaling the advent of summer, so why not skip around a maypole and roll in the clover with your neighbor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Muslim Hidrellez:&lt;/strong&gt; The day when the prophets Hizir (Khidir) and Ilyas (Elias) met on earth to awaken spring, which is where the name comes from (Hizir+Ilyas=Hidrellez)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ahirkapi Hidrellez:&lt;/strong&gt; A great excuse for a neighborhood party! The neighborhood I work in is full of gypsies. So of course the festival that they celebrate has a flare to it like no other. Combining music, food and folklore, Ahirkapi’s Hidrellez festival is becoming something of a mini Mardi Gras in Istanbul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2536/2864/1600/223316.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2536/2864/200/223316.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The prophet Hizir is a symbol of spring and is believed to pay us an earthly visit every year at this time, increasing people’s prosperity and helping people out in general. I think he visited us on the 5th-there were a couple knocks at our door, but when we went to open it, we couldn’t see anybody. Around the neighborhood there are loads of symbols of luck and hope-sidewalk stones painted like ladybugs, ‘wishes’ (pieces of cloth) tied on strings hanging from buildings, and in the center of it all a nahil tree where people stick their wishes that they’ve written on paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could hear the neighborhood Romani (gypsy) band practicing in the café across the street a few days before the festival, and I instinctively found my feet tapping and my hips swaying to the music. Luckily they don’t play more often or I would never get any work done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2536/2864/1600/224029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2536/2864/200/224029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; During the festival our neighborhood band, along with several other local and international groups, play on stages set up around the neighborhood. And when you think you’ve found a great back street that’s a short cut, you will no doubt stumble across some of these musicians who, after playing on stage, are jamming impromptu for neighbors and passers-by. We even saw a mini percussion party with a guy playing his davul, his 3 year old son echoing his beats on his junior davul while the neighbors sat around outside their front door clapping and dancing to the rhythm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you’re in Istanbul at the beginning of May, you shouldn’t miss this unique festival. It's a great chance to see a diiferent side of Turkish life and truly mix with the locals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27253990-114761610769540241?l=turkishodyssey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turkishodyssey.blogspot.com/feeds/114761610769540241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27253990&amp;postID=114761610769540241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27253990/posts/default/114761610769540241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27253990/posts/default/114761610769540241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turkishodyssey.blogspot.com/2006/05/mardi-gras-comes-to-istanbul-on-5-may.html' title=''/><author><name>arabesque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13815048908702433085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27253990.post-114643107532337844</id><published>2006-04-30T23:57:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T21:36:01.040+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='istanbul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ottoman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tulips'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EVERYTHING’S COMING UP TULIPS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2536/2864/1600/tulips.6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 185px" height="233" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2536/2864/320/tulips.6.jpg" width="296" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Spring has arrived in Istanbul. Birds are singing, people are strolling in the streets and there are tulips everywhere. 3 million of them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I didn’t count them. As prolific as the flowers, posters have sprung up all over the city claiming “Istanbul Meets Its Tulip-3 million tulips opening at once”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When most people think of tulips, they think of the Netherlands. But the bulbous flower actually has its roots in Central Asia. It’s the national flower of Iran as well as Turkey, and has been the symbol of Istanbul for centuries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tulips are a well-known motif from the Ottoman period, appearing in all forms of art including painting, calligraphy, embroidery and ceramics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flower was brought to Holland from Turkey in the 17th century and set off a craze known as Tulip Mania, where people were bidding exorbitant amounts for a single bulb. Turkey had its own sort of Tulip Mania in the first half of the 18th century called the Tulip Period. A peaceful era for the Empire, and a time when arts and culture flourished, courtesans took to building villas with tulip gardens. It got to be a case of trying to outdo the Joneses (or the Ahmets as it were) as they would try to build bigger gardens with more varieties of tulips then their neighbors. It’s estimated that there were close to 100 varieties of tulip at the height of the Tulip Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2536/2864/1600/galatatulip.10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 176px" height="191" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2536/2864/320/galatatulip.10.jpg" width="294" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While Istanbul certainly hasn’t returned to its former glory this spring, it’s nice to see the city make an effort to revive interest in part of Istanbul’s cultural heritage. Besides 3 million flowers, there are tulip exhibitions and tulip conferences. And in case people didn't realize tulip season is upon us, there's brightly-colored 6 meter high fiberglass tulips on top of Galata Bridge that light up at night and greet people coming in and out of the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t think many tourists came to Istanbul this year just to take part in the ‘TulipFest’, but it’s nice to think that ‘Tulip Tourism’ could be a new market in the near future, and that Turkey could reclaim the tulip as its own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27253990-114643107532337844?l=turkishodyssey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turkishodyssey.blogspot.com/feeds/114643107532337844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27253990&amp;postID=114643107532337844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27253990/posts/default/114643107532337844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27253990/posts/default/114643107532337844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turkishodyssey.blogspot.com/2006/04/everythings-coming-up-tulips-spring.html' title=''/><author><name>arabesque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13815048908702433085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
