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?
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SÉNG TÑO H•NG Vë BIA<br />
THû C§NG<br />
Kiuchi Brewery cho phäp<br />
bπn tr∂i nghi÷m qu∏ tr◊nh<br />
s∂n xu†t bia vµ s∏ng tπo<br />
h≠¨ng v craft beer cÒa<br />
ring m◊nh tı c∏c loπi mπch<br />
nha kh∏c nhau.<br />
MÈt Æi”m Æ’n thÛ vfi kh∏c tπi NhÀt B∂n dµnh<br />
cho c∏c t›n Æ »m th˘c lµ x≠Îng pha ch’ bia cÒa<br />
nhµ m∏y Kiuchi Brewery tπi Ibaraki - n¨i s∂n<br />
xu†t cÒa bia Hitachino Nest nÊi ti’ng.<br />
Ban Æ«u lµ n¨i s∂n xu†t Sake, Kiuchi Brewery<br />
d«n chuy”n sang s∂n xu†t bia thÒ c´ng (craft<br />
beer), bÎi vi÷c s∂n xu†t bia c„ th” di‘n ra c∂<br />
n®m, kh´ng bfi giÌi hπn trong mÔa Æ´ng nh≠<br />
khi s∂n xu†t Sake. Ngoµi beer thÒ c´ng, bπn<br />
v…n c„ th” t◊m th†y Sake, Sochu vµ Umeshu<br />
tπi Kiuchi Brewery. ßi”m thÛ vfi nh†t lµ Kiuchi<br />
Brewery cho phäp bπn tr∂i nghi÷m qu∏ tr◊nh<br />
s∂n xu†t bia vµ s∏ng tπo h≠¨ng vfi craft beer<br />
cÒa ring m◊nh tı c∏c loπi mπch nha (malts)<br />
kh∏c nhau nh≠ Caramel, Wheat,<br />
Pale, Munich... ô NhÀt, t˘ pha<br />
ch’ bia r≠Óu lµ tr∏i phäp, ch›nh v◊<br />
th’, c„ r†t nhi“u ng≠Íi t˘ mang<br />
theo “ÆÂ ngh“” cÒa m◊nh Æ” Æ’n<br />
Kiuchi Brewery pha ch’ bia theo<br />
h≠¨ng vfi m◊nh th›ch, thÀm ch› c„<br />
ng≠Íi Æem coffee syrup tı ≥ Æ’n<br />
Æ” pha bia.<br />
Bπn c„ th” mua thˆ hai dflng bia<br />
phÊ bi’n nh†t cÒa Kiuchi nh≠<br />
White Ale hay Amber Ale (dflng<br />
amber ale truy“n thËng ln men<br />
tı hoa bia Anh), ho∆c lπ h¨n nh≠<br />
Red Rice Ale (bia gπo Æ· NhÀt<br />
B∂n), Real Ginger Ale (bia gıng)...<br />
N’u th›ch mÈt m„n quµ ÆÀm<br />
ch†t Ibaraki, bπn h∑y thˆ Kiuchi<br />
Umeshu, Æ„ lµ s˘ k’t hÓp gi˜a<br />
tr∏i m¨ NhÀt B∂n (Ume) vµ beer<br />
Hitachino Nest White Ale. Kiuchi<br />
Umeshu mang h≠¨ng vfi m¨ Ume<br />
tinh t’ tho∂ng mÔi th¨m nhã cÒa<br />
hπnh nh©n, vfi ngfln ng‰t vµ Æ≠Óc<br />
r†t nhi“u phÙ n˜ ≠a chuÈng.<br />
ßëA CHé CÉC<br />
XôNG LÄM<br />
RúU, BIA TÑI<br />
IBARAKI:<br />
Umeshu<br />
ü Meiri Shurui<br />
Brewery<br />
ü 327<br />
Motoyoshidacho,<br />
Mito-shi, Ibaraki<br />
ü Website: www.<br />
bessyun-kan.jp<br />
ü (ß„ng cˆa vµo<br />
th¯ hai hµng tu«n)<br />
Sake<br />
ü Sudohonke Sake<br />
Brewery<br />
ü 2215 Obara,<br />
Kasama,Ibaraki<br />
309-1701<br />
ü Website: www.<br />
sudohonke.co.jp<br />
Craft beer<br />
ü Kiuchi Brewery<br />
ü 311-0133 Ibaragiken,<br />
Naka-shi,<br />
Kounosu 1257<br />
ü<br />
Website: www.<br />
kodawari.cc
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