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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MR TR¡N QUANG ßÑI<br />
MODEL / FOUNDER OF<br />
M• CONCEPT<br />
C∂m nhÀn cÒa bπn sau<br />
chuy’n hµnh tr◊nh Æ’n<br />
TNK? ßi“u g◊ khi’n bπn<br />
†n t≠Óng nh†t ΠƆt<br />
n≠Ìc nµy?<br />
T´i Æ∑ c„ nh˜ng ngµy thÀt<br />
Æãp ΠƆt n≠Ìc TNK, trong<br />
∏nh næng ng‰t ngµo Æ«u<br />
xu©n n¨i qu∂ng tr≠Íng vÌi<br />
nh˜ng c´ng tr◊nh t´n gi∏o<br />
Æãp lÈng l…y, d≠Ìi ∏nh ÆÃn<br />
vµng trn nh˜ng con phË<br />
nh· l∏t Æ∏ hay gi˜a khu<br />
Grand Bazzar nhÈn nhp<br />
ng≠Íi qua lπi. ßi“u khi’n t´i<br />
nhÌ m∑i Æ„ lµ s˘ Æ„n ti’p<br />
nÂng hÀu cÒa nh˜ng ng≠Íi<br />
b∂n x¯. Ph«n lÌn trong sË h‰<br />
lµ ng≠Íi theo Æπo HÂi. H‰<br />
vui vŒ, Æ∏ng m’n, sΩn sµng<br />
chÿ d…n giÛp ÆÏ cho ng≠Íi lπ<br />
nh≠ t´i. ßi“u nµy mang Æ’n<br />
c∂m nhÀn hoµn toµn kh∏c so<br />
vÌi c©u chuy÷n v“ Æπo HÂi<br />
vÌi nh˜ng kh›a cπnh tiu c˘c<br />
t´i tıng Æ≠Óc nghe.<br />
H∑y chia sŒ mÈt vµi lÍi<br />
khuyn cÒa bπn dµnh<br />
cho nh˜ng du kh∏ch<br />
muËn tÌi TNK du lch<br />
trong thÍi gian tÌi.<br />
Khi t´i chia sŒ vÌi bπn bÃ<br />
rªng sæp tÌi m◊nh sœ tÌi ThÊ<br />
Nh‹ K˙, h‰ Æ∑ khuyn t´i<br />
nn ngh‹ lπi v◊ nh˜ng tin t¯c<br />
b†t Ên tπi Æ„. Tr≠Ìc khi ln<br />
Æ≠Íng, b∂n th©n t´i cÚng<br />
r†t lo læng. Tuy nhin, m‰i<br />
lo læng †y Æ∑ tan bi’n ngµy<br />
t´i tÌi Istanbul. Nhp sËng Î<br />
Æ©y v…n v´ cÔng thanh b◊nh,<br />
kh∏ch du lch Æ≠Óc tπo Æi“u<br />
ki÷n tËi Æa Æ” c„ th” th≠Îng<br />
l∑m nh˜ng danh thæng n¨i<br />
nµy. VÀy th◊, lÍi khuyn<br />
cÒa t´i dµnh cho nh˜ng du<br />
kh∏ch muËn tÌi TNK du lch<br />
trong thÍi gian tÌi ch›nh lµ:<br />
H∑y chu»n b mÈt chi’c m∏y<br />
∂nh tËt vµ mÈt tr∏i tim cÎi<br />
mÎ, Æ” ghi lπi trn ∂nh, trn<br />
phim vµ c∂ trong tr∏i tim<br />
m◊nh nh˜ng k˝ ¯c tuy÷t Æãp<br />
cÒa x¯ sÎ nµy.<br />
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