Just Because One Travels to Exotic Places . . . .

Trip Start Feb 08, 2008
Trip End Sep 11, 2009

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Flag of Turkey  , Bursa,
Friday, July 11, 2008

. . . . one does not leave behind one's human condition.

  My "girlfriend"  came to visit me in Bursa. She left 36 hours ahead of schedule. Is she still my girlfriend? Time will tell.

  I knew there would be good days and bad days. This was one of the bad. Not real bad. Just sad bad. Well, some anger and frustration  too. A lot of that was coincidental. A piling on, as they would say in football. We had a nice time while it lasted, though. At least I thought so. No doubt that was a lot of the problem.

  The first evening we went to the Muradiye Complex, which I had just discovered a couple of days before. The Complex is at the heart of a "neighborhood" not far from the core of Bursa. The Complex itself is a set of Ottoman era buildings; sultan family tombs, largely, and a mosque. There is also there, facing the Complex, a small, charming park. Adjacent to the park are an Turkish Folk Costume Museum and an Ottoman house museum. But we arrived late in the afternoon and all of these sites were closed; a street market was in the process of packing up. But a quaint restaurant, in the old "Soup Kitchen" of the Complex was doing business, and we had a nice meal there.

  The next morning I began to "tour guide" my friend around some highlights of Bursa, the ones I have been similarly introduced to to this point. The first being the quaint out-lying village of Cumalıkızık. (In Turkish these i's are undotted, meaining they have an "uh" sound. Also, the c without the tail is pronounced as a j. So the name is something like Joom-ah-luck-uh-zuhk. There we stopped into an a fresco "restaurant" that serves an, I guess, Turkish "country breakfast."

  We went on to walk around the village, the village in a relative tranquil state this day not being a weekend with droves of tourists. We did, however, have a brief chat with a young couple from Taiwan.

  The next thing on our agenda was to take the swelteringly hot bus back in to Bursa, but only as far as the first Metro station. And from there we could take the relatively cooler Metro to the other end of the line, and there transfer to a dolmus for the next 12 or 15 km to the coastal town of Mudanya.

  It was hotter than I expected in Mudanya, but there was a breeze off the Sea of Marmara, which mitigated our comfort somewhat.

  We visited the building in which the Mudanya Conference took place in October of 1922. That conference was the first recognition of western powers of the new Turkish Republic, won in a war of independence under the leadership of Kemal Ataturk.

  Then it was on to Zeytinbaği, or Triliye, as it is also known. There we pretty much also just walked around. Zeytinbaği is a small town and known for olive oil production (and olive oil related products). We walked to a tea garden on a promontory at the highest point of the small town. Nice breeze off the Marmara.

  Later, back down in town we had a fish dinner at one of the town's sea frontage restaurants before catching a dolmus to take us back to the end-of-the-line metro station--and hot Bursa.

  The next morning the "plan" was to visit another outlying village, this one on an isthmus in a lake west of Bursa. It called for a similar combination of Metro to the end of the line and a connecting dolmus to the objective location. On the way my companion complained of not feeling well. (In the end, this was a telltale of her anguish, disappointment, hurt--call it what you will--of our conversation of the evening before). We rested, and had a tea and some bread. Then continued on to the end of the Metro line.

  But we missed the connection, and there wasn't another run until two hours later. I'm skipping some of the details, but essentially my friend was in the throes of bailing on the situation, and deciding, and by phone to the bus company arranging, an earlier return to Ankara.

  We returned to my house in Bursa, she packed, and we caught a city bus to the otogar, the large inter-city bus terminal. It was very close. Too close for any closing remarks. She ran to the bus which was just backing out of the dock, I following with her light luggage. And then she was gone with a wave.

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Life is a Journey - no matter what country you are
Out of all your entries , this was the only sad one. I have had experiences like this myself and so thus chose to be alone which also causes some anguish a times but better in the long run. Anyway Life and Travel go on. Hope you continue to enjoy 'the Journey'.

oldrover on

Re: Life is a Journey - no matter what country you
I think I mentioned 'quixotic' somewhere along the way. Read on. One travels for the nice surprises. Thanks for your comment. Now, dry your tears.

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Quixotic - have no idea what that is

oldrover on

Re: quixotic?
3.impulsive and often rashly unpredictable.


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