Author Archives: wonko
“New” is a term best understood by Turks
We slept solidly, barely noticing the morning call to prayer. After breakfast and showers we dressed (in the end over estimating our tolerance for the cold) and headed towards the Hippodrome to catch the tram across the bridge to “new” Istanbul. A quick funicular trip up the side of the ridge and we were near … Continue reading
The Delight-full Tale of Two Continents
After a welcome nights sleep we awoke for a bathroom break with a call to prayer, then slept in a little – I guess we are tired. A quick morning cup of tea then we were out and up the hill to a tram stop that took us over near the spice markets for the … Continue reading
A Call to Prayer
Our day started at 5.30am. I had been told about the “call to prayer” broadcast city wide from the many towering minarets but nothing prepared me for the raw beauty of an opera of call and response prayers echoing and originating from near and far – a sure sign we are not in Kansas anymore. … Continue reading