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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T´i tÌi Istanbul vµo mÈt<br />
s∏ng sÌm. S©n bay<br />
Istanbul rÈng lÌn, h≠Ìng<br />
d…n vin b∂n Æfia cÒa<br />
Dorak (mÈt trong nh˜ng<br />
c´ng ty du lfich nÈi Æfia lÌn cÒa<br />
ThÊ Nh‹ K˙) Æ∑ ÆÓi sΩn bn ngoµi.<br />
Chÿ dµnh vµi phÛt cho vi÷c ÆÊi<br />
ti“n, chÛng t´i rÍi s©n bay, ln<br />
xe bus, Æi ngang qua trÙ sÎ h∑ng<br />
hµng kh´ng quËc gia ThÊ Nh‹ K˙<br />
vµo thµnh phË.<br />
Istanbul tæm m◊nh trong ∏nh<br />
næng †m ∏p, b«u trÍi cao vµ xanh<br />
bi’c Æ’n kh„ tin. Thµnh phË vÌi<br />
nh˜ng con dËc, m∏i vflm nhµ<br />
thÍ, c∏c c≠ x∏ hi÷n Æπi xen l…n<br />
khu phË cÊ k›nh pha trÈn nhi“u<br />
phong c∏ch ki’n trÛc... hi÷n d«n<br />
ln sau mÁi khÛc quanh. Istanbul<br />
Æ≠Óc x©y d˘ng trn b∂y qu∂ ÆÂi,<br />
v◊ vÀy thÀt thÛ vfi khi ngæm nh◊n<br />
thµnh phË tı nhi“u g„c ÆÈ kh∏c<br />
nhau lÛc xe bus ln, xuËng gi˜a<br />
nh˜ng con Æ≠Íng dËc.<br />
BOSPHORUS<br />
HUY≈N THOÑI<br />
Xu†t ph∏t tı TP.HÂ Ch› Minh,<br />
sau 15 giÍ bay, t´i ngπc nhin<br />
khi th†y m◊nh v…n trµn Æ«y n®ng<br />
l≠Óng. C„ lœ giÍ bay hÓp l˝ cÈng<br />
vÌi mÈt chÛt raki (vodka ThÊ)<br />
trong b˜a tËi tuy÷t vÍi cÒa h∑ng<br />
hµng kh´ng quËc gia ThÊ Nh‹<br />
K˙ Æ∑ giÛp t´i c„ mÈt gi†c ngÒ<br />
ngon. V◊ vÀy, ngay sau khi nhÀn<br />
phflng vµ c†t hµnh l˝ t´i Æ∑ muËn<br />
rÍi kh∏ch sπn, lao ra phË Æ” hfla<br />
m◊nh vÌi Istanbul huy“n thoπi.<br />
Sœ v´ cÔng ti’c nuËi cho nh˜ng<br />
ai Æ∑ Æ’n Æ©y mµ b· lÏ c¨ hÈi dπo<br />
ch¨i trn eo bi”n Bosphorus bªng<br />
du thuy“n. Con Æ≠Íng d…n ra<br />
c∂ng Sıng Vµng (Golden Horn)<br />
tuy÷t Æãp, dÔ c„ Æ´i lÛc kãt xe.<br />
MÈt bn Æ≠Íng lµ vfinh bi”n xanh<br />
bi’c, lÈng gi„, khi chi“u tµ c∏c gia<br />
Æ◊nh th≠Íng d…n theo con nh·<br />
dπo ch¨i bn c∏c b∑i c·, c´ng vin<br />
ven bi”n. T´i nh◊n th†y r†t nhi“u<br />
ng≠Íi bu´ng c©u vµ mÈt ng≠Íi<br />
cha Æang tæm bi”n cÔng vÌi hai<br />
MÖC Dù ANKARA LÄ THû ߧ NHNG VõI DU KHÉCH ISTANBUL MõI CHêNH LÄ TRÉI TIM TH‡ NHè K∞
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