We were in Istanbul for four days. In Sultanahmet, where the hostels are centralized near the Blue Mosque and Aya Sofya, the Aussies outnumbered any other nationality, even the Turks!!! The drinking started around 2pm and lasted into the wee hours of the morning. The whole process was repeated the following day, around 2pm when everyone woke from their slumber.
You are probably wondering why the Aussies were drinking in Turkey as if it was the last place on earth to buy beer. Unless you are Australian, Kiwi, Turkish, or a world history buff, you probably have no idea what ANZAC (Australia New Zealand Army Corps) day is. Get ready for the history lesson...
It's basically the anniversary of Australia and New Zealand's first major military action. During WWI, the allies feared Turkey would join Germany's side. Because Turkey controlled the Dardanelles Straight, the sea connection to then ally Russia, it was decided the allies would attack Turkey to gain control of Constantinople, now Istanbul. This is significant for the Aussies and Kiwis because although this attempt failed, it showed their bravery and tenacity; The stalemate lasted almost 1 year! It also helped form their identity.
Over 11,000 Aussies and Kiwis died at Gallipoli, as well as over 100,000 British, French, and Turkish troops. A lot of Aussies and Kiwis make the pilgrimage to Turkey in April to commemorate the ANZAC troops. (See, you learn something new everyday!)
Ok, on to less serious matters! I know I've already said it, but Turkey is AWESOME. In the 2.5 short weeks we were there, we experienced many different landscapes such as calm beaches, lush forests, snowcapped mountains, deep valleys and canyons, cities, small towns, and almost everything in between. We sailed the Mediterranean blue on a Turkish gullet passing over ancient sunken cities, waded through white cliffside mineral hot springs, walked amongst ancient Roman and Greek ruins, sweated on hot marble slabs in a traditional Turkish bath, slept in bungalows on stilts, drank far too many apple teas (often more than half a dozen per day!), dodged more overly flirtatious Turkish boys than carpet salesmen (sometimes one in the same!), and explored underground cities and hand dug cave dwellings. We met some of the friendliest people on Earth who were genuinely interested in our experiences and thoughts. We exchanged languages and cultures, and they patiently taught us how to play Okey and Tawula (Turkish Rummikub and Backgammon, respectively). I knew within the first 24 hours of our arrival that I would have to return to Turkey. Each day thereafter, these plans were reinforced!
We took the cheapest flight we could find out of Istanbul which brought us to Budapest, Hungary where I sit happily reminiscing the good times in Turkey. Below are a few more pictures to wet your taste buds!
Celsus Library at Ephesus.
Jumping off Turkish gullet into Mediterranean.
Aya Sofya.
Inside the Blue Mosque.
Yoros Castle, Byzantine fortress just outside small fishing village of Anadolu Kavagi between Istanbul and mouth of Black Sea, and two friends I met and napped in the grass with during my visit.
Blue Mosque at night.