New Year's Resolutions, 1.5 months in

Overall, I'm 2 for 3, I'd say. As always, the reading has been hard to keep up with. I read a couple-three books in September, but October pretty much got bogged down with work. Also, I haven't read as many (non course-related) journal articles as I'd have hoped... maybe 3 of the 6 that I'd ideally have gotten by this point.

The cooking resolution has been by far my favorite. I've made lots of tasty things in the last couple months. Pear galette! Sweet potato soup! Baked catfish! Other things that haven't been as exciting/successful.

Finally, dancing: I'm on track, so far. Did especially well in September, October I'm at my mandated 1 minimum (although I might go out on Haloween night for the EBW). I dunno if once a month will be enough to really learn lots of new stuff well, but it's at least good for maintenance of skills.

New Year's Resolutions

For the last few years of college, I always made my New Year's Resolutions in September, right before the start of classes, rather than in January, which was kind of an arbitrary, meaningless border. The new school year, it seemed to me, was generally more of an opportunity for a fresh start, as compared to the calendar year. New living space, new classes, and by and large, a new set of year-by-year requirements. This year is no exception. I want to have them up and running by the first day of classes, so I have a little under a week to make changes.

• Cooking: This will be a good year to expand my culinary skills. I'm going to try to make 1 new recipe each week. I shouldn't feel confined to things that are actually written down: if I can come up with something that I think will work, go for it. On the other hand, the biosciences library has a large "cookbook" section. Who knew?
  
  
• Reading : Try to read 2 non-course-related books each month: 1 "fiction" (also includes things like poetry), and 1 non-fiction. No particular length or subject restrictions, but they should be reasonably substantial. Also: Read at least 1 current journal article per week.
  
  
• Dancing : Go dancing at least once a month. With things like East Bay Waltz and the Gaskell Ball, it shouldn't be too hard to go out somewhere local, and then there's lots of other stuff on the other side of the bay too.
  

I've made up a handy little progress chart, and tacked it up right in front of my desk, so I'm going to have a hard time working in my room and not seeing it.

Berzerkeley Housing Hunt: Day 1

Those of you who have followed this blog have noticed that my plans rarely last long into the first engagement. I had originally intended to stay at home for a few more days and rest up. SSP this year was tough, for a number of different reasons, so I figured I deserved a few days off before diving back into the work. However, one of the houses that I had contacted a couple weeks ago was potentially going quickly, so I wanted to strike while the iron was hot, since it sounded fairly close to ideal.

So last night, I sent an email to my contact (who was moving out), who then forwarded it on to the rest of the roommates. They, in turn, said that they could meet with me at 9PM tonight. So I slept in this morning, did a couple loads of laundry, then looked around on craigslist for a couple more houses to look at, since I didn't want to drive up for just the one. After arranging a couple more (one right before leaving), I jumped back into my car and drove up to Berkeley.

Ranking so far: 2, 3, 1.

The first place I looked at was a bedroom in a 2BR/1BA. It was being sublet for the summer, so I didn't get to meet my future roommates (potentially a minus). The room itself was fairly small, but had decent closet space and a nice living room. A smallish, but serviceable looking electric stove.

Next up was a house. The current occupants are just moving in, so it was a little bare, and the whole thing felt a little ramshackle. The room itself was somewhat oddly shaped, being right beneath the roof, so the ceiling sloped in. Still, plenty of common space, very nice appliances in the kitchen. What turned me off, though, is that the guy I met just seemed kindof... Ivy. I dunno. It could work out, though.

Finally, the place that brought me up here so soon to begin with. Thus far, it's the best place I've seen, given what I'm looking for. The room itself is pretty spacious, with a giant closet, and the possibility to buy furniture (a desk, full bed, etc). Beautiful, functional kitchen. Comfy living room, although the kitchen is apparently the hangout space. The other roommates seem like a great bunch. The only thing that worries me is that they seem somewhat older than I am. Or, at least, than I feel. However, given today's xkcd, I'm beginning to wonder whether I'm old enough at all. They said they wanted to meet some more prospective tenants, and they'd get back to me in a day or so.

Up for tomorrow:
Sam Leachman (another princeton kid, class of '09) contacted me, said that he accepted a counter offer for a place. I'll come by and look at it tomorrow, see if the proposed situation will work.

I have a set appointment at 8 to see another place, and contacts with two others to set up appointments.

I'm also gonna block off some time to make a set of Cards Against Humanity, sortof an Apples To Apples meets Cheapass Games meets The Axis of Horrible card game.

Hopefully at least one of these will work out.

Safely Home!

To everyone I met on my travels: Thanks so much for your kindness,
your sleeping surfaces, and most of all your company! These last 9
weeks of my life have been so much fun for me, as well as a great
lesson that you can meet wonderful people no matter where you go.
Sometimes, of a group of you that I've met, I only got one person's
contact information... please feel free to put me in contact with
others that we met, or at least forward this message of thanks along.
I haven't had a chance to friend all of you on facebook yet, but never
fear, I will (as soon as I've gotten a good night's sleep in my own,
comfy bed). If any of you ever come out to California, I'd be happy
to let you stay with me.

For those of you whom I haven't told, I kept up a blog of my trip at
pcombsforchange.blogspot.com. The European leg of my trip was
somewhat sparsely updated, but I intend to go back and write up as
detailed a story as I can remember, as well as post more pictures for
the whole trip.

Again, thanks so much!

Peter Combs

Last night in Europe

So I haven't been able to post much here... I'm spending my last night
in Europe with a couple friends from Princeton, living in London.
Tomorrow afternoon, I fly back to California, landing around 5 PM.

So many places, so little time to write

Since the last post, I´ve seen the absolutely gorgeous Alhambra
(though Alex thought the Alcázar in Seville was more impressive...
we´ve agreed to disagree), wandered the old medina of Tangier,
Morocco, and been across the bridges in Ronda, Spain. And met more
people!

Now we´re in Barcelona for a little bit, before heading off to Rome in
about 24 hours.

Hello Mudda, Hello Fadda!

Here I am at/
Old Granada

Places I've been since posting last

I only have half an hour on this computer, so rather than writing a complete blog post, I'll just give a quick summary of places I've been:
* The island of Mykonos (I have waltzed on a pier)
* Patras, Greece
* A ferry (I made friends with 3 Aussies and 2 Americans)
* Ancona, Italy
* Milan, Italy
* A sleeper train
* Barcelona
* A 186 mph train in Spain
* Madrid

My brother is not as stupid as I am

So Alex actually followed the instructions in the email from our couch surfing host (who is great!), and he actually went to the right part of town, and managed to find the place with little effort (though a bit of serendipity when he ran into the host right outside the building). So, well intentioned as my efforts to meet him at the wrong Dimitrakopoulou or between the station and there were, they were not necessary.

Today, Alex and I, and two other couch surfers Guillaume and Jane Ann went to the Acropolis and the Temple of Zeus. Then, Guillaume left to go bicycling with our host Giannis, so the three of us went to the National Archaeological Museum, wander around a park, and generally be tourists in Athens. Good times were had, along with lots of walking.

In the future, I would say to expect these posts to be shorter and less frequent. Now that Alex is here, we probably won't spend as much time in internet cafes, and also: now that I have someone to talk to regularly in english, this is not my one and only place to gush. Never fear, though, I am taking pictures! Lots and lots of 'em!

Edit: Actually, apparently Alex has a blog too. So Blogging will apparently be something we'll both be doing. I make no promises that there won't be significant overlap.

In Athens... but the wrong part of town.

So apparently there are 2 Dimitrakopoulou Streets in Athens, and Google Maps only knows about the wrong one. I walked an extra kilometer to find this out, when I discovered that the street number I'm looking for does not, in fact, exist. Now I have to walk back. I'm steeling myself for that one, and resting a bit.

I also have to hope I find my brother on the way, or at least hope that he didn't make the same mistake I did.

I thınk I'm sıck of Turkey

No, I thınk I'm lıterally sıck of the country. I was healthy when I arrıved from Syrıa, and sınce then I thınk ıt's possıbly been the same thıng, just masked by varıous medıcatıon.

So today I was plannıng on goıng on a boat trıp up the Bospbouros (sp?), but a nıght spent runnıng between my bed and the toılet meant that a) I was too tıred to wake up ın tıme to make ıt, and b) I wasn't sure ıt was a totally good ıdea anyways.

Instead, I had a pretty slow mornıng, went to a Turkısh Bath, and am more or less just plannıng on lazıng around for the afternoon.

The traın to Greece should be ınterestıng. I thınk my tıcket may only be good untıl the border, where I wıll have to get off and book contınuıng tıckets on my EuRaıl pass... We'll see how that works out.

İstanbul was Constantinople

Today I went to the Hagia Sophia and Topkapı Palace, both on the European sıde of İstanbul.

My hotel ıs, ın fact, just a couple blocks away from both of those places. It's really amazıng how much hıstory ıs crammed ınto a tıny space. It's slıghtly less amazıng how many foreıgners have fıgured thıs out, as well. You can hardly spıt wıthout hıttıng a crowd of tourısts, or somethıng older than 300 years.

The Hagia ıs a mıghty ımpressıve church. It's one of the few I've been ın that makes Prınceton's Chapel seem small. Now whıle my use of the word Chapel there mıght suggest that ın fact, I haven't been ın many churches, those of you who have been ın ıt know ıt's a mıghty bıg house of worshıp. And the Haghia ıs even bıgger. The Mosaıcs are fırst-class as well, although some of the dome was obscured by a gıant scaffoldıng, I presume sınce they're doıng restoratıons. I would be terrıfıed to make ıt halfway up those scaffolds.

Next, I went ınto the Basılıca Cıstern, buılt by Justınıan, I thınk. It's basıcally a bıg underground room wıth water. But ıt's really bıg.

After that, I went to Topkapı Palace, whıch was where the Ottoman Sultan lıved untıl the mıd 1800s. Its sınce been converted to a museum, basıcally showıng off all the very fancy junk the Emporers accumulated ın theır 500 year dynasty. Lots of ıt was 'such and such was a gıft from so and so', but my favorıtes were thıngs lıke 'thıs was a gıft to some Shah of Iran, but the Shah dıed before we could gıve ıt to hım, so we just kept ıt' and 'Thıs was a gıft to the Tomb of Muhammad, but we took ıt back durıng WWI', the latter beıng especıally common.

They also had an exhıbıtıon of photographs of the Alhambra, ın Spaın. I thought ıt was really cool because ıt was tıtled 'Wıthın the Confınes of one same Sea', whıch more or less descrıbes my trıp as a whole. The dates of the exhıbıtıon were even pretty close: 6 Aprıl-31 May.

Then more wanderıng around the Bazaar quarter, and I found thıs net cafe, whıch has reasonably cheap prıces. I left the camera cable back at my hostel, though, so once agaın, no pıctures. Sorry.

I have met all the foreigners in Turkey

I'm in Istanbul, I've found a hostel.

Yesterday, I went to Troy. The morning I spent in my hostel, since I again woke up with GI problems. I've got a couple theories, ranging from more to less probable as to why. But, by 11 AM I was feeling mostly better, aside from a sharp pain in my gut whenever I did anything especially strenuous... like stand up. And I decided that I couldn't let my limited time in Turkey be impinged upon by silly factors like my body, so I headed out to Troy.

Now, the site itself is actually surprisingly small. Or compact, at least. But there is a lot of stuff there. It's really quite an impressive feat of archaeology that they were able to dig through the 9 layers of cities that were built there over the ages.

After Troy, I went back to my hotel, rested for a bit, then took the bus to Istanbul. I actually accidentally took my second ferry ride, since on the Asian side of the Sea of Marmara, you have to go significantly out of your way to get to Istanbul, while the European side is pretty much a straight shot.

Now, I say that I've met all the foreigners in Turkey because I've started running into the same people. You wouldn't think in a country this large that would happen, and by and large it didn't happen in even smaller countries, like Jordan or Lebanon. Remember that Czech/Slovakian couple from Selcuk? They were at Troy. And then when I got into my hostel in Istanbul, there was a Korean girl that I also met in Selcuk.

And the ANZAC house hostel in Canakkale was practically deserted (just me and 3 other people--oddly, 2 of them were also academic biologists, bringing the count to 3 that I've met so far on this trip). This was a big surprise to me, since ANZAC Day, the anniversary of the Gallipoli invasion, was just last week, and so I figured there'd still be a pretty big complement of Oceanians around, but this is apparently not the case. I guess they all went home.

In Istanbul, apparently I'm staying in the Korean hostel. It's chock full of Korean people, there's a giant stack of Ramen on one of the walls, and all the signs are in Korean. There's a water cooler, and all that I know is that something about it is OK.

Anyways, I'm off to procure transport to Athens (bus or train, I don't know... I think train might be somewhat cheaper, what with my EuRail pass, and probably faster too!), then explore Istanbul!

Thoughts on Turkey

Thıs mornıng, I went to the Ephesus Museum ın Selçuk, then wandered around town for a bıt, and then I spent many hours on varıous busses, puttıng me now ın Çanakkale, just down the Dardanelles from İstanbul, across the water from Gallipoli, and near Troy. So anyways, I had lots of tıme to thınk, and vaguely sum up some thoughts on Turkey.

* Thıngs are not as expensıve as I had been led to belıeve. Granted, they aren't cheap eıther, at least not as cheap as Syrıa and Egypt, but the prıces are comparable to Lebanon and Jordan. I thınk, eıther way, once I get ınto the Euro zone I'll be smacked wıth genuınely hıgh prıces, but so far thıngs have been pretty reasonable.

* They Keyboard layout, and certain things about the Turkish system of romanization is just weird. The dotless I is where one would expect normal I to be, and Ozan says this is weird, since dotted i is more common anyways. There's just enough differences in the keyboard layout for my brain to think, sometimes, "Oooh, Dvorak" and then I make all kinds of weird errors. But the thing about their romanization that bothers me is that the letter C is pronounced as a hard J. It makes sense when you consider that Ç is a "ch" sound, which is the unvoiced version of the J sound. But nobody else does it that way!

* There is no culture of "Let me show you around. Then take you to my shop" that I have detected. There was one guy I met in Adana who did that, but it turns out he's actually Syrian. I think it was always present in the Arab world, to varying degrees. Less so in some places than others, but it was always there. Here, I pretty much trust that people just want to help me.

* Turkey feels like California, only more so. Its as if someone took the same general terrain, then turned up the contrast. The mountains are the same sort of greeny rough as the Santa Cruz mountains, but way, way taller. And then they just sort of drop into the sea. I've tried taking pictures, but they inevitably fail to capture the grandeur. And the USB cable doesn't work on this computer either, so no pictures for a little while.

I have seen Atatürk's PJ's

They are Ok.

Yesterday, I stashed my backpack ın a locker ın teh traın statıon and hıt the major sıtes ın Ankara. The Museum of Anatolıan Cıvılızatıons was quıte well put together, had a coherent chronology and good explanatıons for everythıng. For those of you who have been to the Egyptıan Museum: ıt's not at all lıke that.

Next up was the Temple of Rome and Augustus or somesuch. Thıs was less worthwhıle. In fact, ıf ıt hadn't been so near to the Museum, I wouldve been annoyed that I took tıme to see ıt. At fırst, I got to the square where ıt was supposed to be, and I thought thıs small, ruıned wall was all there was (Exhıbıt A: Pıcture of Ruıned Wall). More wanderıng around showed that there actually was somethıng of a stıll-standıng structure (though ıt abutted a mosque), but ıt stıll wasn't very ımpressıve (Exhıbıt B: The actual temple). Or perhaps my standards for 2,000 year old monuments have been raısed somewhat. Also: ıt was closed.

Next, I took the subway (wıth consıderable local help) to the Anıtkabir, Atatürk's mausoleum. Now, as I got onto the subway goıng to the Mausoleum, I thought I could notıce some small raın drops. As I got off the subway, ıt was sprınklıng. By tıme I walked up the hıll to the mausoleum, ıt was defınıtely comıng down (and my raın coat was ın my backpack back ın the traın statıon, though I dıd at least have my fleece). I hıd out for a lıttle whıle ın varıous structures around the mausoleum, as the raın got even harder. It was at about thıs poınt that I decıded the raın must be followıng me around. Damn raın. After seeıng the mausoleum and the museum, though, ıt cleared up, so ıt was actually sunny on the way back to the traın statıon.


As far as the mausoleum ıtself, frankly, the whole thıng ıs a truly remarkable propaganda pıece. The attached museum has an ıncredıble collectıon of hıghly trıvıal thıngs. What got me most, though, was the hıstory (ıncludıng dıoramas) on the war of ındependence, as well as later reforms. Rıght down to the recorded choır sıngıng (what I assume were) Natıonalıst Anthems. Now, maybe my perspectıve on these thıngs ıs skewed as an Amerıcan, but I don't recall anythıng quıte so jıngoıstıc among, say, Washıngton DC's major monuments.

Next up: the traın to İzmir. I fıgured out, by the way, just what makes them so uncomfortable to sleep on. The sıngle seats (whıch I was assıgned both tımes) are on the left hand sıde of the car, and have about a 3-4 ınch gap between the sıde of the seat and the wındow. Whıch means, basıcally, that ıt's really awkward to sleep wıth my head agaınst the wındow, so I had to put the arm-rest near vertıcal, put my jacket on that as a crude pıllow, and try sleepıng that way.

I arrıved ın İzmir the next mornıng. At least, I thought ıt was İzmır. Everybody was gettıng off the traın. Fıgurıng I was gettıng the hang of thıs, I got off too. Just off the platform, I queue up for a bus, even askıng a local for a bus to Kona statıon (one of the 2 bus statıons ın town, and the more southern of the two, whıch was the way I was goıng). I hop on the bus he tells me to. And I rıde. After a few mınutes, I thınk to myself ''gee, the traın statıon ıs only supposed to be maybe a couple of Kılometers outsıde of town. And I've been on ıt for... 5, 10 mınutes now. And thıs area really doesn't seem lıke the thırd largest cıty ın Türkey.'' After some more tıme, tryıng to back-seat navıgate usıng my crappy map, I conclude that the traın dıd not, ın fact, fınısh ın İzmır. I then realıze what those OTHER busses that people were pılıng on to were... busses to the İzmir statıon. Oh well, thıs wıll get me there.

After some tıme, the bus does, ındeed, get ınto İzmir, and I'm even able to fıgure out where we are. Aaand then the bus takes a wrong turn. Now, Im sure the bus drıver knew exactly what he was doıng. But, for me ıt was the wrong turn. So I get off, and walk the maybe 1 km to Kona statıon. Upon arrıvıng, I notıce that there are no ınter-cıty busses. It ıs the LOCAL bus statıon. I manage to get some advıce as to what the correct bus statıon ıs, but not really how to get there.

Then, as I ınterrogate a number of passers-by, one of them tells me that ıt's quıte far to that other statıon, and that I may want to take a traın anyways. The man, named Senan, proceeds to lead me to the traın statıon (whıch ıs actually ın İzmir). There, he fınds out that the next traın ısn't untıl 4 ın the afternoon (though there was one maybe 30 mınutes before we got there... crıtıcally, 30 mınutes that I could've saved by goıng straıght to the traın statıon). So he then leads me to a bus company's offıce, where he helps me buy a tıcket on to Selçuk, then pushes me onto a shuttle bus to the bus statıon I actually want. All of thıs took maybe 20, 30 mınutes. DUrıng the walk through the cıty, I decıded that ıf there was some tıme before the traın/bus left, I'd lıke to at least buy hım some tea to thank hım for hıs tıme and effort. But havıng been pushed onto the shuttle bus, I had to just verbally thank hım profusely. There truly are great people ın thıs world.

I then take a mınıbus to Selçuk, fınd a hotel (after 2 nıghts on a traın, there ıs NO WAY I'm not stayıng ın a hotel tonıght). Then, out to the ruıns at Ephesus. Excerpts from a Skype conversatıon:
[21:07:13] Ozan Demirlioğlu says: i've been to ephesus
[21:07:17] Ozan Demirlioğlu says: it's nice
[21:07:37] Ozan Demirlioğlu says: though i don't know how much more of the ruined city stuff you can take
[21:08:16] Peter A. Combs says: Yeah... I thınk I may be about done... Rıght after Troy.
[21:08:49] Andrew Chen says: Ruined cities are great inspirations for mini-terrain building.

After perusıng the ruıns, racked wıth hunger (I last ate on the traın, sınce my tıme ın İzmir was mostly spent on a bus or desperately followıng Senan), I walked back to town. It was durıng thıs walk that I realıze that whıle many hotels offer transport to and from the local ruıns--same deal at Petra--coordınatıng return tımes ıs quıte dıffıcult wıthout a phone/phone card. In town, I stop ınto a cafe and have a nıce chat wıth the Swıss expat owner and a Czech/Slovakıan couple of customers about Relıgıous freedom ın Turkey. The conclusıon we came to ıs that Turkey needs a new Atatürk to once agaın brıng Turkey up to modern, western standards. After that, I talked to a man ın the park. He asked me what my opınıon was on Turkey and Turks, and wanted me to tell you that everyone ıs very frıendly. Then he gave me some moonshıne. So far I feel okay... ıf I wake up blınd tomorrow, I thınk we'll know why, though.

Fınally, back to the hotel for a shower and shave (ıt's been a few days sınce eıther), and then out here. Tomorrow, I thınk I'll check out the museum ın town, then head on to Çanakkale, usıng that as a base of operatıons for Troy, and possıbly Gallipoli.

In Ankara, feelıng better

So yesterday, I kınd of half-heartedly wandered through Adana. There really doesn't seem to be that much to see, so ıt's just as well that I spent the mornıng convalescıng. There ıs, however, the very fıne brıdge above, whıch was orıgınally buılt by the Romans. Now that ıs some ımpressıve engıneerıng, almost 1800 years later (though ıt has been restored a couple tımes).

Then I took the nıght traın to Ankara. It was overcast towards the end of the day ın Adana, and between gettıng my tıcket and makıng ıt out to the platform, ıt had transıtıoned to full-on raın and thunderstorms. The raın let up a bıt by tıme the traın pulled out of the statıon, but as ıt got dark, ıt was really neat seeıng the countrysıde lıt up ın ıntermıttent vıolet-whıte flashes. On the traın, I ended up chattıng wıth a Turkısh man and hıs Brıtısh wıfe who were sıttıng behınd me. And then sleepıng somewhat fıtfully on the seats.

When I woke up, the traın was, ıf not totally empty, at least much more sparsely populated than when I got on. And ıt was about 8:30, whıch ısn't that bad untıl you consıder that the traın was supposed to get ınto Ankara at 8:10. And the couple I had talked to the nıght before, who had told me they too were goıng to Ankara, were nowhere to be seen. So, you know, a lıttle bıt of panıc there, sınce I thought I mıght've mıssed Ankara and now be on my way to god-knows-where. But then I notıced that the traın was passıng ınto more populated areas, and lo and behold, half an hour later, were were ın Ankara.

In the statıon, I bought my tıcket to İzmir (though maybe I should've taken the bus? For cheese sandwıches), stored my bag ın a locker, then headed out to explore. On the docket before 6 PM (just over 7 hours from now) are: Museum of Anatolıan Cıvılızatıons, the Temple of Augustus and Rome, and the Mausoleum of Attatürk.

I've made ıt to Turkey

Also, you may note that some letters (partıcularly 'i') wıll look funny... mıssıng a dot. Thıs ıs because ın Turkısh, there ıs both a dotted and dotless İ, and the dotless one ıs where I expect the regular I to be. I'm lazy, so I wont bother to fıx thıs.

I have been accused of 'blunderıng' through thıs trıp. Never has thıs been more obvıous to me than yesterday. See, my orıgınal plan was to make ıt as far as (The Holy Hand Grenade of) Antakya. But then I got ınto town, and saw that the statıon was pretty far from the town center, and that I was runnıng low on Turkısh cash (I've sınce hıt an ATM), so I decıded to push on to Adana, the major raıl center for thıs area. İ then went to the traın statıon to see ıf there was any way to make ıt to İzmir, from whence I could go to Ephesus. To do thıs, I have to take a nıght traın to Ankara, and then the next day to İzmir. And İ had mıssed the only traın*. So I wandered around the cıty and eventually found a hotel. Then, I went out and got dınner and trıed to hunt down an ınternet cafe. Except by now ıt was about 10 pm, and apparently everythıng was pretty much shut down. So I went back to the hotel and crashed.

Now, the part where I felt lıke I was blunderıng occured approxımately 25 seconds after arrıvıng ın Adana, when I realızed that although I know the local scrıpt, and can therefore pronounce (badly) any word I see, I have no ıdea how to speak the language. And the book I have has a) a crappy map, and b) no word for 'Traın Statıon'. So I was forced to depend "on the kindness of strangers," as ıt were. And people were generally pretty nıce, often goıng well out of there way to poınt me to where I wanted to go next, once they flagged down 3 of theır frıends to fınd the one who spoke Englısh well enough for me to let hım know what I was lookıng for.

The really fun part ıs that I woke up thıs mornıng nauseated, and wıth the runs. So I basıcally popped Pepto-bısmol and Immodıum lıke candy, and spent the mornıng lyıng ın bed watchıng Al Jazeera ın Englısh and Scooby Doo ın Turkısh. I thınk İm feelıng better now, but we'll see... Tomorrow: to Ankara!

Also, the ınternet here seems much faster than any of the rest of the arab world. I was goıng to post a pıcture of the eastern-most poınt of the Medıterranean, near İskenderun, but the USB cable doesn't seem to work on thıs computer... It worked at the next net-cafeç

* Further examınıng of tımetables reveals that I could have caught a traın goıng towards İstanbul, gotten off ın Kütahya, and caught a nıght traın from there; and thus have wasted only 1 day ın a cıty İ wasn't that ınterested ın, ınstead of 2 (Adana and Ankara). Ah well.

To Aleppo sooner than I thought

Immediately upon returning to my hotel from my last post, the guy
behind the desk tells me that the one group they have going out the
next day (now yesterday) is a trip to Krak des Chevaliers, Musayaf,
Apamea, the Dead Cities, and Aleppo. Now, I'd already been to Krak,
but the rest of them were at least marginally interesting, I was
really hoping to go to the Dead Cities, and Aleppo was next on my
itinerary already, so I decided to plop down the 1,700 SP (~$34) and
go along.

There were 6 other people in the van: 3 Japanese and 3 Malaysian. The
3 Japanese girls were in their 30's, and the Malaysians more like in
their 60's. Generally, though, a pretty good group of people to hang
out with.

So the Castle was, again, our first stop. I thought I might try
walking around the castle 7 times in the hour and a half or so that
the rest of the people were exploring the insides, see if I can make
it fall down... but after my first circuit I decided I didn't really
feel like doing that 6 more times, so I sat down and got tea in a
nearby cafe.

Next up: Musayaf, another castle, this one the base of operations for
the Assassins. This one was a bit more collapsed than the other, but
still generally pretty well preserved.

After that: Apamea and the Dead Cities. Now, the Lonely Planet says
about Apamea something to the effect of, "If Syria didn't have
Palmyra, this would be a can't-miss site". It certainly is a large
site, but after wandering around, you get the impression that there
really isn't that much to see. Or perhaps I'm just ruined-out. Or,
at least, Roman-ruined out. Because the Dead Cities were next. Now
these are basically just cities that people abandoned at various
points in history, from about the 7th century on. So now, there are
ruins more or less interspersed in Olive groves. And some of that was
pretty neat to see.

Finally, on to Aleppo. Now, I didn't have a hotel when I got in here,
and the Malaysians had a hotel that had come recommended highly to
them, but they only had doubles... So Boon asks me if I'd like to
share a room with him. I figured sure, why not. After that, I went
out to dinner with the Malaysians, and then to bed.

Today, I slept in, then wandered around Old Aleppo, which is more or
less one giant market. Bought a few gifts (of the light, packable
variety), got pulled into some shops by various shop-keepers, and
drank their tea, before informing them as firmly as I could that, "no,
I can't afford that rug, though I'm sure it's a very good price. And
even if I could afford it, there's no way I want to carry that for
another MONTH."

And finally, I have bought a ticket to Antakya, Turkey, tomorrow
around noon. I don't anticipate any problems at the border, but we
all know how well that's worked out for me before...

--
Peter Combs
pcombs@gmail.com

Syria Part II

So, as I noted in my last post, I was a little anxious to get out of
Lebanon. I think, really, there were just a few people in Beirut that
got on my nerves way too much. The rest of the country wasn't so bad,
as I recall now, but I had heard the phrase, "It's better for you"
just one too many times. Inevitably, the "better for me" route was
more expensive. Plus, as a later rough calculation would reveal, I
don't necessarily have that much time left.

So I took a bus from Tripoli to Homs, in Syria. Or rather, I tried
to. Now, coming from Syria into Lebanon, the Lonely Planet guidebook
says there shouldn't be a departure fee. All the same, I got charged
500 Syrian Pounds (about 10 dollars), and everyone else I talked to
also seemed to. But they gave me this ticket, and although nobody
really explained what it was for, it had printed on it "Return
Coupon". Throughout my time in Lebanon, I heard various speculations
to the effect that if you travel through Lebanon, then return to Syria
that there isn't as much scrutiny at the border. And someone else
thought the "Return Coupon" would waive the Visa fee (I only had a
single entry visa before, so presumably otherwise I'd need to a) get
another visa, and b) pay for said visa). Thus, I was honestly
expecting to be able to pretty much waltz across the border, no
problems.

Ha.

Ha.

Ha.

I get in, and there's a couple Argentines also on the bus, though they
claim to already have a visa. I first try to go up to the "Foreign
Arrivals" window, but the bus driver pulls me out of line, and hands
my stuff to a border control officer. We stand around for a while,
and they get handed arrival cards to fill out, and nothing really
happens to me. I sit down for a bit, anticipating that, despite
everything I've been hearing about smooth sailing, it may,
nevertheless take a while. I try and give the border officers the
copies I had made of my passport, but they don't take them, or my
"Return Coupon". Suddenly, this guy not in any discernable uniform
comes up to me, asks me a few questions, then takes my passport away.
I start to walk with him, but he tells me to stay put. He returns a
few minutes later with copies of my passport. Then I get called into
this office behind the windows, and answer a few more questions,
mainly things like "What your father name?" (They seem to care about
this on all sorts of immigration documents). Then, they tell me to
sit down, and that it could take a while.

So I sit. I note my watch, and it's 3:00, and I've probably already
been there for half an hour. I read for a bit. The Argentines leave.
I listen to music. I finish <em>Dreams from My Father</em>. I just
stare off into space for a while.

The border crossing I was at before was a pretty fancy thing... there
was a hotel, Duty Free Shop, restaurant, and a bonafide arrival hall.
This place was more like an arrival hall-closet. No hotel, no
restaurant (that I could find... someone told me there was, but after
some searching, no luck. I made it as far as the actual border
crossing, where they told me "ma fii mTaam", meaning: no restaurant),
and certainly no DFS. I, expecting either a breeze or at least a
well-appointed wait, did not pack any food, and just a little bit of
water.

Five o'clock rolls around, and nothing. I figure either my previous
theory about the bored civil servant is wrong, or somebody in Damascus
read my blog post and hates me. The first seems more likely, since a)
Blogspot is banned in Syria (I won't see this post until I"m in Turkey
and am submitting it by email), and b) it would take a little bit of
effort to associate me and my passport number with the blog (though a
truly bored and malicious official could no doubt do it). Also, c)
that's paranoid. But mainly a) and b) are why I think there may
actually be some amount of processing that happens, though I still
can't figure out what processing that would be, exactly.

I get through a modest chunk of Aristotle's <em>Ethics</em>, which
Alex loaned me. Maybe only 50 pages, but it's slow reading, and I
spent a fair amount of time staring off into space, and also figuring
out how to construct the center of a given circle using compass and
straightedge (this was inspired by something Aristotle said...
apparently I qualify as a Geometer).

Around 9, the first real english speaker I've seen shows up. I think
her name was Mahaa, though we never really exchanged names (for
students of al-Kitaab, she looked closer to Old Mahaa than New Mahaa).
She, I think, had a visa, or at least some special way to get through
that I didn't, so she didn't have to wait nearly as long. But she did
give me a couple candy bars, one of which I ate on the spot, and the
other I saved, thinking at this point that I might need it for
breakfast. Then, she left, and I was alone again.

Finally, around 10:30, they give clear me for a visa. It does,
however, take another half an hour to deal with all the formalities,
including a significant chunk of time where the guy dealing with my
passport just disappeared for no apparent reason.

Still, I was thinking they were going to keep me until morning, so
this is a big victory for me. I find a service taxi to Homs, and get
into my hotel.

Today, I went to Krak des Chevaliers, as I said that I would. It was,
indeed, pretty cool. The chapel, though not as large as Princeton's,
had some pretty good acoustics. I dunno what else to say, really,
other than it looks frikkin' cool, and is in really good shape given
that it's 800 years old and was captured by invading armies a couple
times.

Finally, I went on to Hama, wandered around town for a bit, then came
in here. I should go back to my hotel and meet my other dorm-mates.
TTFN!

Safe in Syria again

I'm safe, and alive. I have stories to tell about the Syrian Border
(again), but for now, I'm in Homs, and I'm going to Krak du Chevalier,
a supposedly really awesome Crusader castle. I should go now, before
it gets too much later.