Part One: Arriving in Turkey

DSCN2447

Ice in Indiana:

From Grand Rapids to O’Hare took six hours, and on the way exposed our caravan to near-lethal doses of automobile travel at its worst. Heavy snow, low visibility, and ice on the road surface caused several transport trucks to spin out, causing a traffic crunch that spanned Michigan City to the Illinois state line. We rarely climbed above five miles per hour the entire way, and that whole journey felt like wandering through limbo in Dante’s Inferno. Everything was a mass of diffuse red light, snowflakes, and endless cars moving not-very-fast-at-all. Luckily, the dam broke at the Illinois border and we could all breathe better again.

Chicago to Istanbul: Kissing the Capital

Turkish Airlines supplied us with a cornucopia of coping mechanisms for dealing with the ten hour flight. Basic pillow and blanket, blinders, and earplugs––all necessities, though I lost the earplugs early on. Slippers, free lip balm, and a tooth brush were also greatly appreciated since the plane was dry, stuffy, and a bit chilly. As for diversions, I stuck to the poetry of Pablo Neruda, by turns erotic, mournful, and radical. His many odes to absent lovers and haunted landscapes sent my mind back west over the Atlantic to the people––and especially one person––I left behind. One bit of verse, entitled “Entrance into Wood,” even managed to capture a sense of my position in the airplane over Europe:

With scarce my reason, with my fingers,

with slow waters slow flooded,

I fall into the realm of forget-me-nots,

to a mourning air that clings,

to a forgotten room in ruins,

to a cluster of bitter clover

Note, however, that the last line is not a sidelong criticism of the food on the plane, which was tasty if unsurprisingly unimpressive.

It's bad photography, but also about the best view I was able to get of the largest city in Turkey.

It’s bad photography, but also about the best view I was able to get of the largest city in Turkey.

We arrived in Istanbul when it was already dark. Glitzy shopping centers were about all that stood out amidst the aggressive traffic. The Republic of Turkey has been going through a sustained real estate boom, a miniature version of the concrete eruptions of China. In some areas, more buildings than not were incomplete, sporting their own gigantic crane apparatus. I wasn’t able to see much at all before riding the bus out to Edirne.

DSCN2453

End at Edirne:

Here is where the story ends for now. Because I have seen little, I have not much to say. We’ll rectify that after a more thorough, hopefully sunlit tour tomorrow. For now, good night.

Advertisements

2 responses to “Part One: Arriving in Turkey

  1. Thankful for a safe flight and drive to Chicago. Yesterday there was a 123 fatal car pile up on I-94 between Battle Creek and Kalamazoo. This morning Kelsey pulled off some type of 360 or more on 131 on her way to school for a day choir trip to Ann Arbor. It’s a mess. Tomorrow will 28 F, hopefully a bit of melting on the roads and a little safer traveling.

    Like

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s