TRAVELLIVE 04-2016
Share Embed Flag
Download ePaper

TRAVELLIVE 04-2016

Istanbul, the first days of spring… I’m warming myself in the sun on a café’s balcony in the Old Town. The sunbeams are as stunning as the fine strands of newly reeled silk. Meanwhile the old oak trees give their morning greeting to the glossy stone road as their red-brown leaves gently fall. The Old Town is still half-asleep, like a lazy girl who’s turned off her alarm after ringing the first time. Sunlight visits each street, dancing happily on passers-by’s shoulders, making the atmosphere more intimate to me – the traveler’s first time here. I feel more amorous in Istanbul. I’m enchanted by everything, from sweet lokum to the light sour ice-cream with ground ice on top, or from the gorgeous domes of hundreds of mosques and palaces to their uniquely designed windows, and from the discreet eyes of Muslim girls to the multitude of boards and posters with the images of Besiktas – the city’s legendary football team. I have fallen in love with Bosphorus Bay since the first time seeing the seagulls hovering in the open sky, creating invisible strings that connect the two continents – Asia and Europe. The clear blue sky is reflected on the deep blue sea, giving me tranquility. I drop my last Lira into the water of the Bosphorus, not to make a wish, but in hopes that they will preserve my memories here. And somehow, the water currents might bring them somewhere else to be found by me again, or might accidentally be stumbled upon by a boy who is playing with sand on a sunny beach. Tomorrow, I will go to Grand Bazzar, buy some postcards, and write something to leave beneath the sun near a mosque before sending them to some friends of mine. I do hope that these postcards, together with the coins, will inspire and attract more visitors to this land. Uhm… will you come there? Istanbul, the first days of spring…
I’m warming myself in the sun on a café’s balcony in the Old Town. The sunbeams are as stunning as the fine strands of newly reeled silk. Meanwhile the old oak trees give their morning greeting to the glossy stone road as their red-brown leaves gently fall. The Old Town is still half-asleep, like a lazy girl who’s turned off her alarm after ringing the first time. Sunlight visits each street, dancing happily on passers-by’s shoulders, making the atmosphere more intimate to me – the traveler’s first time here.
I feel more amorous in Istanbul. I’m enchanted by everything, from sweet lokum to the light sour ice-cream with ground ice on top, or from the gorgeous domes of hundreds of mosques and palaces to their uniquely designed windows, and from the discreet eyes of Muslim girls to the multitude of boards and posters with the images of Besiktas – the city’s legendary football team.
I have fallen in love with Bosphorus Bay since the first time seeing the seagulls hovering in the open sky, creating invisible strings that connect the two continents – Asia and Europe. The clear blue sky is reflected on the deep blue sea, giving me tranquility. I drop my last Lira into the water of the Bosphorus, not to make a wish, but in hopes that they will preserve my memories here. And somehow, the water currents might bring them somewhere else to be found by me again, or might accidentally be stumbled upon by a boy who is playing with sand on a sunny beach.
Tomorrow, I will go to Grand Bazzar, buy some postcards, and write something to leave beneath the sun near a mosque before sending them to some friends of mine. I do hope that these postcards, together with the coins, will inspire and attract more visitors to this land. Uhm… will you come there?

travellivemagazine
from travellivemagazine More from this publisher
13.04.2016 Views

Just a few days ago, I went off in search of the Malaysian Bajau, who are also known as sea gypsies. My expedition was no smooth ride, as it’s very difficult to come in contact with these people who live far away from civilization. It was a true obstacle course. After several hours in flight, I touched down in Kuala Lumpur before connecting with another three hour flight to Tawau. After an hour and a half by bus, I finally managed to reach Semporna, one of the largest cities in Borneo and an important harbor. It is from here that the tourists leave to go enjoy the wonderful dive sites that Malaysia has to offer. S E A 114 TRAVELLIVE

destination G Y P S I E S I AM A PHOTOGRAPHER. FOR MANY YEARS, I HAVE TRAVELED AROUND THE WORLD AND WITNESSED THE EXISTENCE OF THE “FORGOTTEN ONES”: THOSE PEOPLES WHO, DESPITE THE RAVAGES OF GLOBALIZATION, ARE TRYING TO LIVE ACCORDING TO THEIR ANCESTRAL TRADITIONS. Text and photos: Rehahn TRAVELLIVE 115

Just a few days ago, I went off in<br />

search of the Malaysian Bajau,<br />

who are also known as sea<br />

gypsies. My expedition was no<br />

smooth ride, as it’s very difficult<br />

to come in contact with these<br />

people who live far away from<br />

civilization.<br />

It was a true obstacle course. After<br />

several hours in flight, I touched<br />

down in Kuala Lumpur before<br />

connecting with another three<br />

hour flight to Tawau. After an<br />

hour and a half by bus, I finally<br />

managed to reach Semporna, one<br />

of the largest cities in Borneo and<br />

an important harbor. It is from<br />

here that the tourists leave to go<br />

enjoy the wonderful dive sites that<br />

Malaysia has to offer.<br />

S E A<br />

114<br />

<strong>TRAVELLIVE</strong>

logo

products

Resources

Company

Terms of service
Privacy policy
Cookie policy
Cookie settings
Imprint
Change language
Made with love in Switzerland
© 2024 Yumpu.com all rights reserved

Hooray! Your file is uploaded and ready to be published.

Saved successfully!

Ooh no, something went wrong!