Gone for good

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One of the best things about being overseas for an extended period of time is having visitors and last month my parents came to see us in Istanbul.

While they were only here for a short time, 10 days in all, they packed every day full of walking tours of the suburbs on both the Asian and European sides of the Bosphoros.

Travelling out to pick them up Meaghan and I had the opportunity of sightseeing some of the real back waters of Istanbul, for a solid 2 and a half hour tour. It appears that the E10 Bus, traveling between Kadikoy and Sabiha Gokcen Airport, picks its path through some of the less scenic streets. We arrived just in time to see Dad getting escorted through the Immigration and Customs area looking for an ATM.

Travellers tip for Istanbul Number 1: Always arrive with 20 USD in your pocket for the payment of the tourist visa on arrival.

The return trip on the E10 was a little less scenic and a whole lot quicker.

While they were here we got the olds off to the usual tourist sights in SultanAhmet, it was really nice to be the tour guide again, we have only slightly improved our tried and tested walking tour of SultanAhmet, including the Basilica Cistern, The Covered Bazaar and a sunset cruise across to Kadikoy – well. We tried for a sunset and got absolutely drenched instead. With a few modifications and a bit more time we were able to make sure they got out along the Bosphoros Cruise as well.

A well-earned rest

Tha Kadikoy Goose

On one of our day trips over to SultanAhmet, we stumbled on a tea and nargile garden and ventured inside ofr a break from walking. We found ourselves sitting in a place that time forgot, surrounded by flying carpets and hawkers flogging their wares, we sat down next to an old bloke who eventually struck up a conversation with Dad. He kept calling Dad his older brother which was pretty cool.

Mum and Dad outside the Covered Bazaar

Mum and Dad were also lucky enough to experience on the the true spectacles of Kadikoy - a protest. In the past people have been hurt at these things so we were fortunate that it was a peace protest calling for an end to the Iraq war.

A Peaceful Protest...

We also had a few days off from work so Meaghan and I were able to go with them down to Canakkale and the Gallipoli Peninsula.

That was awesome. Turkiye celebrates the war efforts on March the 18th. A month before ANZAC Day and the date that commemorates the launch of the Naval battle that began the Allied Campaign in earnest.

Meaghan and Dad demonstrated how terribly sad the war effort must have been by throwing a pine cone across from one trench to the other a few times. The trenches were so close that the opposing forces would do the same thing with a hand grenade before the inevitable bad ending. The incredible stories of friendships forged throughout the 240 day campaign become so much more understandable when you realise just how close the opposing forces were.

After the Gallipoli Peninsula, we returned to Istanbul and Mum and Dad continued to fill their days with trips across the river to the Blue Mosque and Topkapi Palace.

Having the in Istanbul was fantastic but the time went so quickly, before we knew it they were gone.

I hope everyone is well and that you are all soaking up the last days of summer. We are revelling in the final days of winter in the Bul and it has decided to go out with a bang! It began snowing on Saturday morning and was still snowing three days later!

We had a great covering of snow everywhere and as Australians we were suitably excited. Everything in Istanbul ground to a halt except for taxis and a few gutsy (or crazy?) delivery drivers. We spent the better part of the morning hanging out our window laying bets on whether or not the crazy people out driving would make it all the way to the top of our street. Most cars had to make the slide of shame back to the bottom which was very amusing. Due to said weather all of our meetings and classes were cancelled so Adam and I had our first official ‘Snow Day’. And for the record, I am a convert! We started the day with a walk to take some photos and enjoy the silence which is rare in Istanbul.

Then, after breakfast we went out with our flatmates and had snowball fights, went sledding, did snow angels and made a snowman. Yep . . just like the movies. . . .it was awesome. . . we finished off with a beautiful walk home then toasted sandwiches and wine for lunch. You can drink wine any time of the day on Snow Days . . . true story.

A New Year in Istanbul

New Years Eve in Istanbul saw us in our own flat, with flatmates we chose, in a quiet part of town called Moda. Right in the thick of the coolest part of the Asian side of Istanbul. We had a party to attend down the road in Kadikoy, with some other Ex Patriot Teachers. All of a sudden the Istanbul that we had left behind a month earlier was relegated to the depths of an unsavoury memory and we were away. The new year brings a new wealth of opportunities and with it, renewed motivation to get out into this city and get to know the inhabitants. One of the oldest and most complex places on Earth, Istanbul is full of surprises and never rests for too long.

Our new apartment is only a few minutes stroll from the shore of the Marmara Sea, a walk away from downtown Kadikoy – the throbbing heart of the Asian side and a relaxing 30 min ferry ride from Sultanahmet or Taksim – Europe.

Through the huge wall to wall windows in our front room I can see snow falling, it has been doing so for about 30 hours, there is snow on the ground throughout much of the city and we are doing our best not to freeze. So too are the hundreds of birds of every type, flying about the place from balcony to balcony, I am amazed that there is so much birdlife in a city that is so polluted.

İ am also amazed at the weather. İt has snowed here a couple of times since we came back. İt is freezing cold.

We have had a couple of visits since we moved in. We will put some pics online soon...

So life is good for the Bevans we are both working enough to save som e money and have enough time off to contemplate this amazing city.

Well today I think I officially cross over into the middle ages.

Meaghan has just given me the most amazing present.

Let me set the scene:

Growing up on the road in the late 70s and early 80s was pretty tough. Most of my mates were temporary and lived, like us, in caravan parks and rode secondhand BMXs. Most of us wore cords, skivvies and gym boots. Because we all wore the same uniform and all lived in the same compound (Westnova or Big 4) and all had the occasional adult supervision, we pretty much had it made out of school. It was kind of like an adventure every day. It was pretty tough though sometimes starting at new schools. I can speak with authority here because I spent a year longer than most - just researching my point. New kids, different social sets, different gangs. Kids are really mean at school, and if you didn't fit in straight away you got tough, really tough really quickly, or you just didn't fit in. That's where the gym boots come in.

Gym boots. Canvas sides, rubber soled shell toe gym boots. At the time they cost about 5 bucks and while they were absolutely perfect for the adventures in caravan parks, they were not recommended fashion wear for the schoolyard. In fact, they were referred to as "poor kids shoes". This seems like a pretty lame insult nowadays, but at the time it was pretty tough, and resulted in a few scraps. They were the kind of shoes that meant that you just weren't part of the gang if you had them on.

Looking back, the mini mates of mine that wore them included people like Muscles, Nugget and the Fridays. Kids of Outsiders, Indigenous and Hippies, they would probably still be my friends now.

Then something happened that changed the way that an entire generation of kids looked at the world. On the other side of the planet, a struggling basketball team in the USA, signed a contract for uniforms with a struggling, but cheap, sporting retailer. Converse, the manufacturer of the ubiquitous poor kids shoe - the gym boot. Although the shoes had already been popular among a few of the teams, the signing of the shoe as part of the official team uniform changed everything.

Overnight, the world changed, now the shoes, were not only cool, but had rocketed Converse to the upper echelons of sportswear fashion. The problem is though, the shoes suddenly became a whole lot more expensive, guaranteeing that me and my mates would never be able to justify the price of another pair. But for one summer, we were the shit! We were the coolest gang of run abouts in the country, our gear was already well worn when it became popular. For one summer we were the kings.

I should note here that Mum and Dad never made us want for anything, in fact they probably well prepared us for life and made us appreciate what we had, and what we didn't have. But, fashions change all too quickly as an 8 year old and sometimes, the most important thing in life is the colour of the pads on the bmx, or the style of shoes (Bata or Converse) worn to school.

Whilst we had wished for our uniform to be cool, it now was, and was out of our reach. So our shoes wore out and became ragged and we became uncool, again. They had become the type of shoes that meant that you were not part of the gang if you did not have them on - new ones at that.

For 30 years I have secretly wished for a new pair of Converse All Star Gym boots. Partly because I have regularly wheeled out my soapbox to tell the story I have just written down, I have never bought myself a pair.

Today, my beautiful wife Meaghan, gave me a new pair of my own. A red pair - because they go faster.

I know that since the revolution, a lot of people have gotten on this bandwagon, many of whom were way to young to remember the revolution, but I'll be wearing these ones with a sense of tremendous pride that
I WAS THERE. Today, a piece of me is there again.

So when you see middle aged people wearing the original and the best, take a minute to think how life changed for them, as it did for me, way back when.