Monday, 13 September 2010

Rooftop, Canberra Hotel, Selcuk

Quite a long slog getting here but I've made it in one piece and have seen some things on the way. I got the 11am ferry over to Canakkale and was met by the TJs driver. We picked up a group from the same tacky shop near Troy and set off for Selcuk. Hours of driving with one main interlude - a tour of Pergamum, which was excellent. So with Ephesus tomorrow and Patmos in a couple of days, this is fast becoming a Revelation Ch 1 tour. The minibus group were a mix of Aussies and NZers. One man revealed a rather bad habit of sounding forth ignorantly when the call to prayer started in Bergama whilst we were atop Pergamum. Like Big Brother he said. He questioned our well-informed and thoroughly secular guide on the way down and just didn't get that the alcohol ban last night was due to the referendum having taken place, not any religious reason. I  eventually spelled it out for him and he still didn't get it:  but who enforces it, the police or the mullah? Turkey is such a clearly, strongly secular country and no mullah or imam or any other religious leader tells anyone, anywhere what to do or not to do. His wife asked earlier if women had the vote in Turkey. Oh my God, I hope these people listen and learn whilst here. They were very obviously from NSW. Our guide had obviously voted no in the referendum and clearly thought it a question of Islamicisation. I asked him about the change to allow courts to try army personnel but he didn't give me a straight answer. I wonder what the truth is. The NSW proto-bigot lapped up the anti-Islamic sentiment jokingly expressed by our guide: when you come back in one year I'll be wearing a kaftan and have a long beard, all the women will be in burqas wearing their Armani sunglasses.

Pergamum was terrific - what a site. Atop the highest hill in the area, nearer the gods. The theatre was particularly striking on the steep slope to the west of the main settlement. Afterwards we returned to where our driver was waiting and were shown around a weaving cooperative, which has government support. 1500 women receive employment from this and produce the most amazing carpets, all well out of my price range. One silk one was priced at around 12000 Euros. Saw the silk chrysalids (can't think of correct word) and how they pull the silk threads from them - 1000 to 1500m for each little one. They gave us each a glass of local wine to try - quite new and fresh in a Beaujolais-style. Last 2 hours drive mainly around Izmir, a massive city, at high speed.

Last night I watched some news in Turkish and it seemed to consist entirely of frighteningly graphic reports of traffic accidents. One with bodies and body parts strewn everywhere, more-or-less fuzzied out. A distraught man trying to take away the covered body of his beloved, who just moments before had been full of life. Another wasn't fuzzied out at all - a car full of adults being lifted out of a river, into which their car had crashed. It must have rolled first because the roof was squashed in. The dead occupants were clearly visible, still sitting upright like nothing had happened, including one passenger with his arm hanging lifeless out the window. It was utterly disturbing and shocking - so much more so than any TAC ad campaign. I really don't want to see anything like that ever again.

Still waiting...

Not 8am afterall! I'm having my first taste of TJs' slightly loose approach to planning. Apparently I'm going to Selcuk in the minibus like the annoying South Americans did yesterday, after the Troy tour has finished. So I wont be getting there until 7pm if I'm lucky. Nevermind, hopefully it wont make me as obnoxious as them. Just spoke to my darling Nadia - she's feeling rather flat and low on energy - I  hope she feels better again soon. Can't wait to see her in exactly one week's time.

I keep finding myself whistling Eric Bogle's The Band Played Waltzing Matilda. A haunting song and a very fitting account of the senseless slaughter that took place here 95 years ago. But the ending is obsolete - the young people are marching now on ANZAC Day and the legend has taken on a life of its own - I guess they'll still be marching in another 100 years and the legend will have morphed into something else altogether.

Bus to Ephesus

8am bus to Ephesus this morning. Flaked it again last night - went down at 9pm to see if Gallipoli was going to be screened but there was noone there and only an annoying X-Men film running. How can people be allowed to make such poor films? I felt really tired from about 3pm onwards - not tired enough to sleep but not alert enough to concentrate on a book. Really annoying - just ended up vege-ing out, watching TV , trying fairly unsuccessfully to surf the net.