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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Lµ vÔng Ɔt nªm trn cao nguyn Anatolia, b“ m∆t cÒa<br />
Cappadocia chÒ y’u lµ nÛi Æ∏ m“m Æ≠Óc h◊nh thµnh tı nham<br />
thπch nÛi lˆa phun trµo hµng tri÷u n®m tr≠Ìc. Tr∂i qua thÍi<br />
gian vµ nh˜ng bi’n ÆÈng Æfia ch†t, nÛi Æ∏ m“m bfi x„i mfln<br />
tπo nn c∂nh quan k˙ thÛ ngµy nay. Cappadocia lµ mÈt thæng<br />
c∂nh du lfich nÊi ti’ng vµ phÊ bi’n kh´ng chÿ v◊ c„ Æfia ch†t ÆÈc<br />
Æ∏o mµ cfln bÎi nh˜ng di s∂n lfich sˆ vµ v®n h„a l©u ÆÍi v…n<br />
Æ≠Óc b∂o tÂn nguyn vãn Æ’n ngµy nay.<br />
C„ th” n„i Cappadocia t˘a nh≠ mÈt x¯ sÎ th«n thoπi bfi l∑ng<br />
qun vµ c„ ph«n c∏ch bi÷t vÌi th’ giÌi hi÷n Æπi. VŒ Æãp hoang<br />
s¨ cÒa vÔng cao nguyn kh´ cªn vµ n’p sËng thanh b◊nh n¨i<br />
Æ©y ch›nh lµ nät quy’n rÚ m hÂn ÆËi vÌi du kh∏ch. Ng≠Íi<br />
d©n Æfia ph≠¨ng v…n duy tr◊ n’p sËng gi∂n dfi vµ hÂn hÀu. C´ng<br />
vi÷c ch›nh cÒa h‰ lµ n´ng nghi÷p, s∂n xu†t hµng thÒ c´ng, b∏n<br />
hµng vµ Æ´i khi lµ c∏c c´ng vi÷c phÙc vÙ kh∏ch du lfich. H‰ ›t<br />
c„ c¨ hÈi ra kh·i khu v˘c sinh sËng cÒa m◊nh nn kh∏ rÙt rÃ<br />
nh≠ng ch©n thµnh vµ v´ cÔng hi’u kh∏ch.<br />
ß” chËng lπi kh› hÀu khæc nghi÷t mi“n nÛi (mÔa hà gi„ mπnh<br />
vµ r†t n„ng, mÔa Æ´ng tuy’t phÒ træng) ng≠Íi d©n n¨i Æ©y Æ∑<br />
lµm nhµ bªng c∏ch khoät s©u vµo c∏c v∏ch Æ∏. R†t nhi“u nhµ<br />
cˆa, thµnh phË vµ c∂ mÈt h÷ thËng nhµ thÍ, tu vi÷n Æ∑ Æ≠Óc<br />
x©y d˘ng theo c∏ch nµy tı thÍi k˙ La M∑. Ngµy nay, c∏c ng´i<br />
nhµ hang ÆÈng v…n tÂn tπi vµ Æ≠Óc sˆ dÙng, nh≠ng ph«n lÌn<br />
chÛng Æ≠Óc Æ≠a vµo khai th∏c dfich vÙ du lfich. Kh∏ch sπn hang<br />
ÆÈng lµ mÈt tr∂i nghi÷m ÆÈc Æ∏o Æ≠Óc du kh∏ch ≠a th›ch nh†t<br />
tπi Cappadocia.<br />
Theo kinh nghi÷m c∏ nh©n t´i, du lfich Cappadocia bπn c«n tËi<br />
thi”u 3 ngµy, c∏c Æi”m Æ’n chÒ y’u tÀp trung Î 3 khu v˘c:<br />
Khu v˘c trung t©m Capadocia vÌi thÒ phÒ lµ thfi tr†n<br />
Goreme vµ c∏c thfi tr†n l©n cÀn Uchisa, Cavusin,<br />
Ugrup... lu´n t†p nÀp du kh∏ch Æ’n tı khæp n¨i<br />
trn th’ giÌi. Trong mÁi ng´i lµng tÀp trung r†t<br />
nhi“u kh∏ch sπn hang ÆÈng, nhµ hµng, cˆa hµng<br />
b∏n ÆÂ l≠u ni÷m, spa vµ nhµ tæm ki”u ThÊ, c∏c mini-market<br />
mÎ cˆa b∏n hµng tiu dÔng l∆t v∆t tÌi nˆa Æm. ß∆c bi÷t ng´i<br />
lµng Avanos nÊi ti’ng vÌi vŒ Æãp thanh b◊nh cÒa mÈt lµng qu<br />
mi“n nÛi vµ lµ n¨i c∏c ngh÷ nh©n tµi hoa cho ra ÆÍi c∏c t∏c<br />
ph»m gËm s¯, th∂m d÷t tay Æãp nh†t th’ giÌi.<br />
Th¯ hai lµ c∏c thæng c∂nh thin nhin k˙ thÛ, ÆÈc Æ∏o Æ∑<br />
Æ≠Óc UNESCO c´ng nhÀn lµ di s∂n thin nhin th’ giÌi nh≠:<br />
Thung lÚng Pasabag - trong ti’ng ThÊ c„ ngh‹a lµ “v≠Ín nho<br />
cÒa Pacha”. Thung lÚng nµy cfln c„ tn g‰i kh∏c lµ Monks<br />
Valley (thung lÚng th«y tu), v◊ c∏c cÈt Æ∏ c„ d∏ng vŒ nh≠<br />
nh˜ng th«y tu m∆c ∏o chÙp mÚ thÍi trung cÊ, Thung lÚng<br />
Pigeon Valley n¨i c„ r†t nhi“u chim b c©u, ng≠Íi d©n Æfia<br />
ph≠¨ng Æ∑ lµm nh˜ng ng´i nhµ khoät s©u vµo trong v∏ch nÛi<br />
cho chim b c©u trÛ »n vµ sinh s∂n.<br />
CuËi cÔng lµ khu v˘c c∏c di s∂n cho th†y b“ dµy v®n h„a, lfich<br />
sˆ l©u ÆÍi, lµ tµi s∂n v´ gi∏ Æ≠Óc ch›nh phÒ b∂o tÂn vµ b∂o v÷<br />
nghim ng∆t.<br />
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