Saturday, January 23, 2010
Chinese food in Istanbul
Guess I need to have Chinese food once a while as I am a Chinese and finally had one in Istanbul after two months. I think the food was pretty good. FYI restaurant name is Great Hong Kong Restaurant near Taksim square.
Istanbul, Turkey (15 Jan 2010)
This definitely isn't a cheap city to travel. If you want to go for budget, you really have to find some ways to go around it. The hostel I stayed in my first two night was totally out of my budget. Costed me $17, very steep. Despaired. Fortunately, I ran into a Japanese who I met in Iran. He told me he was staying in a cheaper one, only $10. So I packed and moved next day without any hesitation.
The hostel, Tree of Life, was a Japanese hub. I was one of the only two non-Japanese (the other one was a weird quiet Korean) staying in this hostel. Japanese was the official language both in written and spoken, including music in there. I was a foreigner in this little Kingdom located in a city where wasn't within their national boundary line. I felt quite comfortable as they treated me like one of their fellow citizen.
Sometimes some people volunteered to cook simple Japanese meal for dinner for those fellow citizen who liked to join. We shared the cost. With flood of Japanese comic books, novels and guide books, it was no doubt that they felt like home especially after months or even years far away from home. No wonder many of them had been staying there for weeks or sometimes months.
Sometimes some people volunteered to cook simple Japanese meal for dinner for those fellow citizen who liked to join. We shared the cost. With flood of Japanese comic books, novels and guide books, it was no doubt that they felt like home especially after months or even years far away from home. No wonder many of them had been staying there for weeks or sometimes months.
Monday, January 18, 2010
Van, Turkey (9 Jan, 2010)
After over a month of detoxication (borrowed this expression from Mroz), I was thirsty for a glass of beer. So I went to one of the two bars in this Kurdish city. A live band was playing modernised Kurdish songs which surely I didn't recognize any of them. After few songs people started to dance their traditional dance in the middle of the bar. They were holding hands and dancing in a circle in an intriguing rythm. Although I wasn't too crazy about the bar, the spontaneous dancing was absolutely a highlight of my day.
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Friday, January 8, 2010
Masuleh, Iran (6 Jan 2010)
It was cold up on this hillside village. Nothing was better than having a cup of good hot tea. Iranian like to drink tea when it was super hot. I must confess their tolerance to hot liquid in their mouths is much higher than us, Chinese. Anyhow it was just simply a great feel of sipping my tea in a warm tea house where was heated by a wood burner in the center of the space.
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