Turkey 2013 (I)

6. února 2014 v 20:58 |  Travelling records English
Introduction and the way there

The times of my greatest travelling activities are probably inevitably gone. When the university spat me out as a foreign body, I abandoned my position of a mechanical designer in Jičín too. There was not enough work for a full-time worker, I always liked Liberec, and, ultimately, I would never give up living with Iva in our couple room at the student dormitory.
But Iva wanted to experience living abroad. She left to Turkey to spend there the winter term of the academic year 2013/2014. For Istanbul has 13.5 million citizens, it is a little bit too big. Iva rather chose Izmir, which has 4 million inhabitants only. I presumed it won't be a problem to save my days of holiday for November to visit her. But I currently work as a mechanical designer in MSV Liberec, where I am exposed to high level of stress since March, when I came into my position. Fortunately, no one was holding me in Liberec when the time came. I could leave the office, which was desperately struggling with wave of diseases, for beautiful fourteen days.
I am thankful to the fate that I managed to escape uninfected. The night before I wanted to spend in Prague, at the place of Lukas and Angie. They are an international couple, known from the article dedicated to my way to Linköping in Sweden. That time they just had almost new born baby called Timmy. They would not be very happy if I had a sample of some nasty disease from my company. Angie baked a duck with potato dumplings. I couldn't imagine better dinner before the long trip.
When the time of getting up came, I couldn't find the right key from the flat. Then I was almost unable to find the post box to return the keys into. It was unthinkable to wake the exhausted parents up, so I did my best and finally succeeded. But at that moment I had only two minutes left to catch up with the bus. I spotted the bus from quite fair distance as it was arriving at the bus stop. There was no time for deep thinking. I used my highest speed to reach it. Then I had some time for deep thinking, so I realized this is not the correct bus. It was actually heading to the opposite direction or worse. Reluctantly, I accepted the fact I have no choice but to get to Florenc by cab. But there was no sticker or poster with number that I could call - how strange! I got going with twenty kilograms of load on my back, hoping that some elegant solution of the situation will cross my way. As it usually happens, I have to say. Luckily, I found some other bus and went aboard. After several minutes I really appeared on Florenc. In the internet café I managed to print the tickets. My journey to Izmir could finally begin. I can say that no more problems occurred when I left Prague. Unfortunately I lost the little spruce twig I wanted to give to Iva. It was supposed to help her with preparing the Christmas atmosphere.
In the bus a girl of my age sat next to me. She was interesting combination of confusion and desire to talk. Firstly she told me that she assumed somebody will be sitting next to her. Since the buses with two and two seats in each row are not any exception, I told her that she was thinking correctly. Then she helped one woman to open the luggage room, which was not necessary. Finally she chose Matrix from the movies in the computer in front of her. Two hours of silence followed. Not far from Brno she turned to me and excitedly asked me: "Are you Miller?" "No, I'm not, who is Miller?" I replied. "He's my ex-classmate." "Since what time have you not seen him?" "For about ten years." "This time he could possibly be a long-legged redhead."
The Schwechat Airport in Vienna is small, and if you trust the map blindly, you will find the place you need without any troubles. But the fact that my check-in is in some plastic cottage totally isolated from the rest of the airport surprised me a bit.
The flight took us approximately 150 minutes and was smooth. Our Boeing 737 was making its way through various layers of clouds, sometimes dense as milk, sometimes weak as attic full of dust and spider webs. We reached the final altitude where we could watch all the layers below. Little crystals were forming on the windows. The whole Europe seemed to be covered with impenetrable blanket. From time to time, some of the layers were missing - that time we could see, for example, the wrinkled clouds that we could see during our ascension. Couple of minutes later all was in the previous order. In the proximity of our flight path giant white waves were forming, as some huge ferry cruised in a vast milky ocean, which got frozen immediately. The clouds started to lose their consistence at the time we reached the Mediterranean Sea. We could finally see several islands that are not very much inhabited. Next to them there were foamy lines created by bigger ships. It was also the time when the sun parted with this land; it departed behind the horizon, making spectacular fireworks. The dimness enabled us to locate some smallish towns by the Turkish coast that just turned their street lights on. When we sighted Izmir, everyone recognized it. As a giant luminescent octopus it was stretched out on the coast, with its tentacles carelessly thrown over hills. The darkness became complete. The board lights went out and the pilot made a semi-circle around the city, while some passengers were enjoying the sight of the city as the plane was inclined to one side. We landed. There was a cocktail of nervousness and expectation overflowing my heart, as the moment of reunion with Iva was getting closer. Then I was waiting for the baggage claim. It took me twenty minutes, but it seemed to be endless. Finally we got together happily.

First day (23rd of November) - The things that are clear at the first sight

The temperature in Izmir was quite high in comparison to central Europe. At 6 pm it was about 15°, which is usual for this part of the year. When we left the airport and found the nearest subway station (which almost never goes underground), we reached Iva's place in matter of minutes. The flat is located in the center of the city. The center of the city is really, really big. You can travel by public transport for half an hour random direction and you will still see the same type of streets with constant concentration of markets, shops, restaurants and other services. Each building has at least three storeys and is usually decorated with couple of flags with national symbols. The streets are crowded and the roads are not any different. Third of the cars are private, another third are cabs and the rest are buses. The buses are so overloaded and overcrowded that most people from Czech Republic would stop trying to get on in the half of the process. They would rather wait for the next bus. Turkish people are tougher, but the capacity is still insufficient. Very often a part of the crowd stays on the bus stop when the bus is departing. The traffic is chaotic, which is typical for southern countries. An average participant ignores most of the traffic signs and rules. He communicates by honking only. Some motorcycle drivers are not patient enough to wait on traffic lights, but not too adventurous to ignore the red light. So they just drive around the column of the lights. Then they come back to the road, while the others are honking. Pedestrians desperately try to cross the street, but they soon realize it is almost impossible - the flow of vehicles never ends and the few pedestrian crossings are disregarded. To complete the list of objects that use these poor roads, I have to mention numerous dogs. They are probably very experienced for they can move among cars safely, but they still look easy going. I really don't understand why we don't see more people walking with sticks or using wheelchairs.
That evening I managed to be introduced to Iva's flatmates - Sarah from Germany and Elise from France. Excepting unpacking, this was the last thing we were able to do, of course.

Second day (24th of November) - Introductory walking in Izmir

It was necessary to have a good sleep after the long journey. We woke up at about 1pm. Despite the fact it is in the city, I was looking forward to see the sea. I always enjoy its smell. The way to the closest sea was surprisingly short. After 15 minutes in the subway we just needed to cross three or four crossroads and we found ourselves in a gulf, rimmed with wide promenade. Between two certain points there was a ferry transporting passengers there and back. It was a part of the mass transportation system in the city. The water was not very clear, but not extremely polluted. There were couples strolling along the coast, old anglers sitting and trying their luck, and strange old people offering faded roses, edible seeds, Kleenex or some refreshment. The pavement was dotted with empty sunflower seeds. Two guys were training a pit-bull that was barking aggressively and thus attracting attention of the people passing by. I and Iva ate small lamb kebab, I caught one little fish quickly and we set out for a walk along the sea. We saw a portable stage, where the band was playing half English, half Turkish, and only about thirty youngsters were standing there and listening. The visibility was poor. Seagulls were soaring and crying in the sky over almost quiet waters. There was a lonely cormorant, diving and always appearing very far from the point it disappeared underwater. Large shoals of little silvery fish were gleaming so close to that we could see them.
The way back by bus was fast again. Then we wanted to obtain something for the dinner, for which we decided to use the fish market that was on the other side of the road under Iva's window. They offer about twenty species of fish, mostly of marine origin. But once we have seen carps and tenches as well. The saltwater species is true treasure for those who know more than frozen cod fillets. For relatively low price you can get species that you'll never see in Czech Republic. The first thing that will attract your sight is scorpion fish, grey gurnards, skinless flounders, big basins with sardines and herrings. There are lots of species from the family of tunas and mackerels, there is American trout and also salmon, which is surely imported. There was also variety of mullets, sea breams and porgies. We liked whole Atlantic bonitos that weighed about one kilo. They are called "palamut" here. They were frozen, for they are transported from distant places that they migrate through. Their price was unbelievable. Such fish costs about two Euros and is capable of satisfying whole family with its meat. The meat is similar to mackerels and smells of the sea pleasantly. With vegetables as a side dish it was great dinner. It was just a bit hard to get rid of the smell in the kitchen.
Because of our sleepiness we were not able to stay awake any more. Moreover, the university was awaiting us.

Third day (25th of November) - Back to school

I didn't want to be home alone and I had no mood to roam in the streets without Iva. But I was interested in the school Iva visits. It also meant to be introduced to the group of Iva's friends, which are very nice and I have seen some of them during the numerous video calls we made in the past three months. I will be introduced to the professors as well; Iva told me that they are friendly and can speak English. But we still had to get there.
This day began with rain. As we found out later, the day ended in the same way. Heavy downpour with strong lightning attacked the city, which was not used to face such weather extremes. Wild streams were making their way through streets, merging together and thus making even stronger streams. These caused real floods in the streets of lower altitude. Then I realized how it is possible. Besides several exceptions which confirm every proper rule, there were no sewers. We could see people walking in twenty centimetres of water. Some people gave up trying to avoid deep water, so they were wading in more than half a meter. When a bus arrives to such place, it uncompromisingly eliminates all the pedestrians within the range of its continual splash. If someone wants to experience real rafting adventure, the raging waters of Izmir's streets is what I can recommend.
Though we were safe in the bus, the consequences of this weather conditions were rather annoying. The speed of cars in the water was resulting into dense traffic jam. Some cars probably couldn't reach the road and were not equipped with rudder, which naturally makes the things worse. Our bus was moving slowly, meter by meter. The time was flying and we soon realized we're not going to make it in time. The trip was finally over three hours long, which was, fortunately, understood by wise professors. I was led into an odd room full of weaving machines that were occupied by students. Some of them were in the phase of preparing warps; some were already weaving the fabric. Among not very numerous students there were also the friends of Iva, very nice and friendly girls. It was quite certain it is not the last time we see each other - the conversation was mostly composed of planning of trips and other joint activities.
The university building I visited that day can be well described as a three dimensional maze. It has several floors, and in each floor there are tens of doors on the perimeter of a square corridor. But there is one more difference from all buildings I was honoured to get lost in. Each of the classrooms has two separate rooms that are located on the ceiling, which you can enter through two separate staircases. You can watch what is happening in the opposite upper room through glass panels. The there were several meters of gap between those two rooms. I sat down on a chair in one of them to start writing this story, while I bear the freshest impressions. There was a wall next to me. Firstly I thought it is some kind of painting or simply wallpaper. But when I realized there are shadows walking on the painting, it was clear that there is another corridor behind. At that moment I abandoned my endeavor to comprehend the structure of the building.
Everybody was very nice there. I have been introduced to many people, including some professors. Surprisingly, no one asked me what the hell I am doing here. With several friends of Iva we went for a lunch. We all ordered mantı, which means kind of pasta filled with meat, poured with yoghurt and some red oil. It was very satisfying meal and the diner feels he is eating something he would never taste in his home country.
The afternoon class was cancelled, but the situation required catching up with the weaving. We remained at school until about half past two. After that we got to our district without any problem. We obtained some ingredients we needed for the dinner. Not seeing so many nationally - specific things that I could watch, it would be an ordinary day. But I was watching with great interest and I was enjoying.

Fourth day (26th of November) - The compulsory school attendance still lasts

Even though there is one hour more in Izmir than in Liberec, I was still getting up relatively later than I usually do before going to work. My passive regeneration begins, which is not negatively affected by the fact I am supposed to spend considerable percentage of my time at school. Today, the only difference from yesterday was we used different combination of buses to get there. And of course, there were no floods on the way. Each choice offers different views, but all the buses are equally overcrowded.
Passengers mostly get on through the front door and use a card that applies on all means of public transport. Every time you start 90 minutes of traveling, it will take two Turkish liras from the card. There are many ways how to refill the money on the card. Sometimes the bus is so full that some people have to get on through the rear door. Then they automatically collect all the cards and send them to the front. The closest person to the card - reading device does the same thing they would normally do by themselves. Then the cards go back to their owners. It is surprising how easily it can work.
During the breaks between courses, we usually went to the snack bar in the ground floor to have a tea or Turkish coffee. Most of other students do the same. Original Turkish coffee is a tiny cup of very strong coffee that you can drink to the half if you don't want to have brown smile. It is boiled slowly and smells pleasantly from long distance. Our friends offered us foretelling from coffee grounds. We agreed. If it is going to become true, you all will be very, very surprised.
This day we had our lunch in a restaurant where we could order in English. We spent the rest of the afternoon with another course - jewellery design. All the students are obviously very gifted and they dedicate big portion of their free time to further studying. But I definitely cannot say that they don't have time for student life.
Our great friend Ece helped us with booking of the tickets to Pamukkale. We planned to visit this well known place on Thursday 28th, because Iva does not have any courses on Thursdays. The way there takes approximately four hours, so we had to prepare for very late return. It would not make sense to do it otherwise. Later we found out that the tickets would be much more expensive without Ece's help.
The last bus of the day took us directly to the same fish market we visited two days ago. The salesman immediately noticed our presence and came to us, probably thinking we need to consult our choice. We hoped this situation will not occur, mainly because he spoke Turkish only. He was unable to understand we have almost no knowledge of Turkish language. Finally we bought two fish - one was similar to mackerel and one was some strange species, obviously coming from depths and having snake-like body and lots of sharp teeth. It looked like true predator and I wondered what it is. But when I took a better look at the fish, I was ashamed I did not determine it immediately. It was hake. Firstly I wouldn't expect this species here in the fishing market in Turkey.

Fifth day (27th of November) - Involved in tuition, visit of Bornova

The third working day had the same beginning as the previous days. We routinely got to school. Iva was doing her school duties. I already knew all Iva's friends by name so I could talk to them. Because the upper room where Iva's computer was plugged in was occupied by a cleaning man, I rather went downstairs to the room full of weaving machines. One of the students is called Hakan and he is exceptionally kind and friendly guy with a figure of a professional wrestler. It is him who completes the list of people who helps Iva the most. At this juncture Hakan was in a situation that required another person. No one was around and I had nothing to do; so I helped him gladly. We spent the rest of the afternoon with the weaving machine, talking about various topics.
We left the building after the dark fell. But we didn't plan to return to the flat yet, we had another thing to do. Gül and Seda offered us to guide us to a very attractive district called Bornova. We got into a bus that used slightly different way than the others, so we waited for our well known bus stop vainly. People were getting off the bus one by one, and after about one hour we remained there alone with the driver. There was no screen showing our position so Iva had to ask the driver. Of course, we missed the station we intended to get off on. We were just approaching the terminal station, which is close to the airport. Iva tried to get some tips from the employees of the transportation company, then she called several friends and finally we got into another bus. But this time the traffic was totally jammed. The bus was making short steps towards distant destination, while the standing passengers were trying to keep balance and consciousness. It took us more than one hour to get where we wanted to get to, but we still had to use the subway to reach the very last station. Where we finally reached it, the friends gave us first aid - they led us to some restaurant.
Bornova is the right place for those who like lots of shopping and lots of entertainment. Those, who like thousands lights of all colours, will feel themselves like in paradise. It is not, honestly, our case; we just wanted to see that popular place to broaden our education. We can eat and drink cheaper somewhere else. No aspect of this experience made us show any sign of admiration. Our guides are the same type of people, and they also had some other things to do. So we said goodbye and got home - this time without getting lost. In the morning we were supposed to get up very early to set out on the first trip of my holiday.

Turkey 2013 (II)

6. února 2014 v 20:57 |  Travelling records English
Sixth day (28th of November) - Ancient city and thermal spa

This time we got up at five o'clock and hurried to catch up with the service bus which was supposed to take us to the bus station. It was almost ten minutes late, but we had no reason to worry. There was bunch of local people waiting for the same bus. And the locals always know. The bus was bouncing every fifty meters and we were jumping inside. Half an hour later we found ourselves at the bus station. Though we don't know the place at all, we found the right bus successfully. We just had to wait until the others arrive. About three hours passed and we were quite close to the destination. The highway was of good quality. The trip would be really very smooth and nice, but somebody came with a skunk and started to torture it under his seat. I'm not sure if it is really what happened that moment, but the smell was so strong that everybody awoke by a terrible nightmare. But then he found himself in even worse nightmare. Unbelievably terrible stench lasted for ten minutes and I was afraid my skin will turn to brown without any chance to wash it.
The bus finally arrived to Denizli. The bus station of this city with almost one million of population is so distant from the city centre that we couldn't have lunch anywhere else. So we chose one fast food restaurant and we ate to complete satisfaction. Then we had to find the third bus, small dolmuş, which will take us to our destination. Another hour later we appeared at the place we wanted to. Iva has already been there; I hoped she will see at least little that will be new and interesting for her. And I could, finally, see what I was only listening about until now.
The place offers two attractions of absolutely different nature. Firstly there are remains of the ancient city of Hierapolis, which was erected by the thermal springs that are rich in calcium. This natural phenomenon has been always by the inhabitants of the city, to whom it served as a healing spa.
Firstly we were walking on a long path, from both sides surrounded by more or less preserved tombs with inscriptions written in old Greek language. There was nobody to protect the ruins against the visitors. Since the main season has already gone, there are not so many tourists. The few that arrived could let the children climb on the remains freely. They could take pictures that would be unthinkable in Greece, because in Greece there is everything behind a fence. If I can judge, there is more to see here. In Greece they use the full potential of these relics and they restore it expensively. This endeavour results into higher entrance fees. In Turkey the ruins are usually left as they were found. You can see little plants growing from dust and dirt deposits in crevices of the limestone which was the city built from. On several buildings we saw quite big fig tree growing. In the groves around the city there are pieces of stone that is obviously shaped by human hand, clearly belonging to city. If a mean tourist wants to put a five kilo piece of Corinthian column into his backpack and carry it away, he probably won't have any problem.
After more than one hour of walking among hundreds of tombs we reached a place with view of the city itself. We could see where the temple used to be; which enabled us to imagine its ground plan. The remains of walls were lower than two metres on the most of its perimeter. We also visited a well preserved amphitheatre, which was as the only building guarded by one policeman. Personally, I was totally amazed by the overall panorama of the hills, dotted with fragments of buildings of various sizes. This view gives you the notion how huge the city used to be. But the earthquake did its job thoroughly and only several buildings kept their original shape.
The thermal springs are regulated to the best utility. The hot water is divided into two streams that flow in half meter wide channels that lead on the edge of the hill. Various combinations of influences cause the water fall over different parts of the channel's edge. This results into creation of a snow - white travertine veil that covers whole slope. It is all visible from many kilometres of distance. This is probably the reason why it is called Pamukkale - the cotton castle. At some certain parts of this the water flows constantly, creating spectacular cascades of circular and oval pools, which have, when illuminated by bright sun, lovely turquoise colour. One of the channels is led to a cascade of artificial pools, enabling more people to enjoy this natural gift at the same time. The layers of travertine swallowed the human - made structure so perfectly that one would not recognize it from a creation of nature. Only some certain signs of geometrical order indicate it is not. It was end of November now and nobody was using this as a spa. The temperature was about 10 degrees and the water flowing in the channels was about 35. But the stagnant water in the pools was five or ten degrees colder. Some pools had no influx at all. The wind was fresh. Some tourists dipped their bare feet in the water curiously; some were carefully walking on the wrinkled deposits. But none of them wetted more than ankles. This was not our fate - we had swimming suit in our backpack.
The stone, created by the mineral water, is literally anti - slip. On the basis of water's speed, depth and the character of flow the water chooses some pattern it will use to coat its trajectory. We found various patterns such as waves, notches, wrinkles, arrows, rhombic nets, smooth surfaces and sometimes stalactites, often grown on a human hair or another natural fibre, coated in three millimetres of limestone.
Though the wind was raw, we hid behind one tomb and changed our clothes to swimming suit and went to perform some disgrace. With backpack on my back and with shoes in hands we passed the place where tourists try the water's temperature with their toes. We found the warmest pool available and then we started to enjoy it in very crazy way. Then we took some pictures of us. Every tourist that was nearby took some pictures of us as well. I wonder if we are going to find a movie about us on youtube.
To our delight it was getting dark and the number of visitors was getting low. Our mood changed to calm, we could enjoy relative privacy. The deepest point of the pool wasn't deeper than half a meter, so we had to move like crocodiles, and thus making whirls of travertine powder. There was a high wall of purest travertine towering above us, from whom few little springs were flowing out, creating different shapes than the water flowing horizontally. The weak winter sun dived into a group of clouds on the horizon; the whole began to glow with hues of pink and orange. Then the darkness swallowed the country quickly. The darkness convinced us to leave the warm pool and to descend to the village through the rest of the cascade. There we obtained couple of postcards and fould the right dolmuş luckily.
We had another two hours to spend in Denizli. We planned to waste the whole amount of time with seeking some interesting restaurant and then having a dinner there. Some kilometres later we gained certainty that we are too far from the center to find something different from fastfoods that are just closing. Another option was to buy something at a gas station or to eat in a buffett we would never enter. So we settled for two different cans of beer. Shortly after that we saw their bottoms from inside. Both buses we needed to find were exactly at the place we expected. The today's schedule was finished one hour after midnight.

Seventh day (29th of November) - The day between two trips

Iva's tuition starts in the afternoon all Thursdays, which we appreciated. After long sleeping I left the flat, crossed the road and came to the fish market we visit every second day. The most interesting fish was the one with more than one meter of length, but of unknown species for me. The salesman was cutting horseshoes from it, and almost every customer wanted it. At first sight I thought it is a dolphinfish, but the second sight told me it is not. Unfortunately I don't remember its Turkish name. But this fish should be well aware of me, because it bears exceptional quality of its meat.
The university building where Iva studies Turkish language is located in Alsançak district. It is also the fastest way how to get to the seashore. There's no beach, just three meters of depth under the concrete hem. It is also the place where the public transport boats depart from. I decided not to spend the day with writing; I rather took my reel with fishing line and hook and tried to explore the sealife. After about an hour I had four pictures in my camera, and all of them were of the same species of fish. I can't say if it was just a bad luck, but it was exactly the same species as the last time. This was boring so I stopped trying. Moreover, it was quite cold, so it was much better to walk and take pictures of the dusk.
There is one aspect of this way of spending time, which is both annoying and funny. Of course, I can't omit it. If you show that you have some free time, you will be quickly found by many types of strange people that will approach you with some offer or demand. It is easy to imagine it is not very pleasant for somebody who has problem to order one kebab. If you say you don't understand, they repeat the same, just a bit louder. So I was approached by fair number of such people - old woman with faded roses, another one wanted to sell me a Kleenex. But the most interesting one was a female beggar that demanded money in very aggressive way. She was losing her patience when I did not give her money on her apparent request - her hand outstretched ten centimetres from my face. I refused to put my money onto her hand, which made her angry. She was so kind that she started to speak English: "Money, give me money, Turkish money, Liras!" At this moment I wasn't sure if it is a beggar or a robber. But before I got an allergic reaction, she left and continued very slowly along the sea.
"Enough of this place", I said to myself. I moved hundred metres further swiftly and sat there. But I forgot that I was much faster than the woman that likes Turkish money so much. I spotted the well known figure too late. Somehow I knew she will stop by me once more. I was right. Fortunately it was shorter this time - after one minute she spat and left me there.
Generally, I can say I am very often an aim of curious looks. With my rusty - coloured beard, blue eyes and light hair I really don't look like Turkish. Above all are my clothes. 98% of men I see in the streets are dressed in black, mostly in leather jackets. The rest wears brown or so. And now imagine I came to Turkey in luminously green jacket. It is already several days I walk the streets of Izmir and I can say I haven't seen anything like this yet. The only exception is garbage or traffic service and security service in subway. Even among the students of the faculty of textile I remain unequalled. Turkish people are very curious about me. They stare at my clothes, at my face, but for some reason they are especially interested in what I have in my hands and what I'm doing. They don't try to mask their curiosity, or they are very, very bad at trying.
The time was passing and I was still sitting by the sea, trying to take a good picture of a loon. It prepared a very graceful spectacle for me. It was, from my point of view, diving exactly into the orange reflection of the setting sun. There was about twenty metres of free spece on both sides from me. Suddenly a young, long legged and well-kept Turkish girl sat approximately three metres from me. She took a picture of the same loon as me, turned my direction and stared at me, as I would be her friend from childhood and she wasn't sure if it is me. But none of Turkish has friends from childhood that look like me. She kept her position for some ten minutes, obviously waiting for some reaction of mine. Unfortunately for her, I master passivity perfectly. She left to search for another luminously green jacket.
Five o'clock passed and it was time when I could start awaiting Iva. A Turkish man with his five years old son sat not far from me. They were talking, laughing and the little boy came to me from time to time to take a picture of me. Then he always showed me the result. I don't know what he was saying, but he was always ok with my silence universal smile. For unknown reason the man started to lie on the ground slowly. I watched him carefully, not knowing what to think and what to expect. The man was still laughing and talking to the boy, so I had no reason to react anyhow. Iva arrived. I hugged her and she said: "Is he allright?" "He was perfectly allright when he was lying on the ground", I replied. But now, he was lying there unconscious and two of bypassers were taking care of him. One was calling the ambulance, another one was trying to wake him up. The second one was successful and the man started to puke wildly. There was no reason for us to stay here, so we slowly moved to the nearest subway station. We spent the rest of the day at home.

Eighth day (30th of November) - Trip to Foça town

The second trip of my holiday didn't require so complicated travelling as the previous one. Foça is located on the north of Izmir and it is a lovely seaside town with nice promenade. You can see a medieval fortress there, which is currently under reconstruction. During the season it is a base of many boats that take tourists for fishing or watching seals. Firstly we had a lunch in a restaurant near the bus station. While eating, we were watching an old woman, which was making scones. She was working experiencedly, automatically, one by one. She prepared the dope, then filled them with various fillings and finally baked them on the spherical lid of her gas grill. We watched her with delight; not being stuffed with the lunch, we would surely buy something from her.
After several days spent in Izmir an average human being hungers for little bit of nature and little bit of private life in it. We walked along the shores of the gulf and hoped that there will be some sunny place on the beach to make a picnic on. And I hoped I will catch some other species of fish from the one in Alsançak.
We walked past many restaurants and little shops. Every moment we could see couple of catch of all colours and shapes. We left the area of public buildings and entered streets with private houses. Later there was nothing but a road leading us through a thin neck of a land. We got to a peninsula whose shores consisted more of high cliffs than of beaches. Under the cliffs there were usually shallows or thin dark pebble beaches. We could see circling seagulls, one lone loon and one cormorant. Couple of little fishing boats were searching for octopi and squids. One old man was fishing from even older wooden boat with oars.
We still couldn't decide where to stay. The time was pressing us - we wanted to swim a bit, but the sun was going to set soon. But everytime it seemed the next place will be better than the one we were at. Finally we chose one and started to eat. Then I took my reel with fishing line and tried my fishing luck. I was catching the only one species, but I was pleasured by the fact it was not the same one as in Alsançak. But the fate did not want to let me fall into boredom and prepared something extremely interesting for me. It was extremely interesting for both of us.
Everytime I wade in shallow water, avoiding injuries from sea urchins and sharp shells, I look around attentively what else lives in the water. There were dark red sea anemones hidden in crevices of stones, and many hermit crabs toddling over the underwater dunes. Suddenly something grabbed my attention, something what was close to me all the time and I didn't notice though. "Hey, an octopus", I cried. Iva stood up and was getting closer, expecting she will see it. But I doubted she will succeed with dry feet. She was jumping from stone to stone until the time she could go no more. The reflection disabled her to see the sea bottom. Then the creature, about one kilo heavy, did something totally unexpected. It left its static position where it was just watching us carefully. It started to move towards Iva until it was exactly between me and her, about one meter from both. As we know from documents about nature, it was changing colours according to the background it was currently on.
I was thinking about the dinner and the curious cephalopod was supposed to take part. But Iva refused to eat anything that already became her friend. She was protecting its cold blooded life very convincedly, so there was no way to change it. If not tasty tentacles, I planned to gain at least exceptional adventure from this situation.
I requested a stone, which helped me to crack a limpet on the rock. I throwed the shellless mollusc about ten centimetres far from the octopus. As it fell on the sand, the octopus stretched its tentacle and transported the bait under its body, where it has its hungry beak. It moved a bit closer and found the most comfortable position. I was cracking more and more shells to gain its confidence. The octopus was not afraid of the cracking sound at all. Fifteen minutes later there were no more shells on the rock next to me. I was forced to try some more distant ones, which was not the best idea. My acrobatic performance ended in the worst way it could. My left leg was cut by some shell, my right hand was cut as well and the worst of all was that I stamped on a sea urchin with my full weight. The octopus didn't panic; it only jumped about one meter further from us and was waiting what's going to happen next. I started to feed it again. The octopus returned to its original position.
After twenty minutes of standing in relatively cold water, it was taking the shells directly from my hands. But I started to feel cold. Sometimes it tried to blow the shell out from my hand with its respiratory pipe. My last attempts to convince Iva to eat the octopus remained fruitless. I decided just to shake the hand with it or to hold it in my hands. The pictures we took were of poor quality.
Our new friend was not shy at all and took the initiative. At the moment I was looking somewhere else, the creature clinged two of its tentacles on my ankle, waiting for my reaction. I didn't expect it so I drawed my leg back. I gave it couple of limpets to apologize. Then I tried to shake its limb. But nobody taught it how to shake human's hand, so it clinged to my fingers very strongly and started to pull me down with surprising force. I didn't like it - my hand was still bleeding and I couldn't be sure it will bite me with its beak. So I gave it another limpet to keep it there. The octopus accepted the fee for its patience, then suddenly moved to my toes and clinged to my leg with one tentacle again. This was the goodbye - it rose from the bottom and floated away slowly. Its hunger was satisfied, as well as its curiosity, so we couldn't expect its return. Anyway, it was getting dark and cold. We went back to the beach, counted my injuries and ate a banana. As it usually does, the dark arrived quickly. We were satisfied and full of impressions. It was time to walk back to the town.
We knew this could be the last bigger trip of my holiday. So we began searching for some restaurant where we could have tasty dinner. We entered a fish restaurant located by the sea, the only restaurant that was almost full though it is after the season. This restaurant had transparent roller shutters made of plastic. It enabled the staff to change it from terrace to heated interior. There was a heating column between each two tables, where the gas burner heats the element that radiates into space.
There was a cooling box with lots of sea organisms inside. We both longed for shrimps, which were about fifteen centimetres long. It was enough for us to have four pieces per person. One half we ordered to prepare with herb butter and the other half we let them grill according to their own recipe. To amplify the festive mood we ordered various salads and two shots of aniseed brandy. The waiter brought a small bowl of olives, fried bread, garlic butter, sesame dessert and maybe something more. Together there were ten plates on our table. Everything was delicious and we left satisfied. It was not cheap, but in fact we expected even little bit more.
Whole the time we were enjoying the sight of one very, very old woman. She arrived alone and talked fluent English. Firstly we thought she is a native speaker, but later some little details revealed us the fact she probably comes from the north of Europe. She has travelled a lot in her life, that was obvious. But she is also very choosy and always unsatisfied. Because she ordered the same shrimps as we did, we exactly knew what she is talking about. She ordered in the same way as me and Iva - grilled shrimps as a Turkish speciality without more detailed description what spices it contains and how it is exactly prepared. Any misunderstanding was impossible, because both she and the staff talked fluent English. I and Iva were completely satisfied. But the old fossil wasn't. "I would like something…." She obviously did not know. "Would you like some rice or pasta?" "I just need… something." Do you mean fried potatoes? She nodded hesitatingly. In couple of minutes the waiter arrived with new plate with fried potatoes and shrimps. But the lady was still looking unhappy. She analysed the contents. This time she complained about the delicious chilli sauce that was on the bottom of the plate. The situation repeated twice more. Finally she devoured the shrimps, the rest she left on the plate and drank one glass of gin with tonic.
The youngest waiter provided us with another entertainous story. He usually does things that the guests normally do by themselves. When he saw we were not using the basin with icecubes, he came and said: "Here is the ice that you can put into your beverages." And he put one or two cubes into all glasses we had on the table. We planned to do it anyway, so we said nothing. Then he came at the moment when Iva was drinking tea from very small mug. There were two sugarcubes on the saucer. Iva doesn't use put any sugar into tea. Never. Before we could react, he took both sugarcubes and throwed them into the tea mercilessly. "I like it like this", he said. We were shocked, unable to stop him, while he was mixing it with a spoon. When he left, we started to laugh so much that we were close to suffocation. I think somebody will give him a lesson one time.
When the table was empty we walked to the bus station slowly. Two hours later the day ended in the same flat in the center of Izmir.

Ninth day (1st of December) - Preparing Czech dinner

As it usually happens, we enjoyed long time in the bed after the whole day trip. Additionally, it was Sunday and Iva had her namesday. Our ambitions for today consisted of only one big task.
We planned a dinner on Monday for the friends Iva managed to meet here so far. I have to admit her choice was lucky, so it was pleasure for me to get involved into preparations. From all typical Czech foods we chose one of the most difficult and time consuming we could - potato salad with fried carp in breading. It was the second country for me where I was making this recipe from local ingredients. We obtained them quite easily. It was enough to guess which glass of German pickles is the most similar to Czech. The mustard, which tasted a bit strange in my opinion, did not affect the resultant taste so much. The salad was great and we could just wait until the contents reach mutual balance.
Searching for the carp was a separate mission. I anticipated it is going to be a problem - we have seen carps in the fish market only twice, shortly after my arrival. We tried to find the carp everywhere; we used a picture of carp to ask for it, everything was in vain. Finally we decided to replace the carp for chicken. We wanted to have at least some freshwater fish, so we bought three trouts. Iva cooked a lentil soup.
Another vital ingredience was bread crumbs. You can find it in several big shopping centers, but it was nothing within our range. We decided to make it by ourselves from Turkish bread. But the pieces of bread under the window refused to dry and had still the same consistence. We knew it will require some smart and fast solution.

Turkey 2013 (III)

6. února 2014 v 20:53 |  Travelling records English
Tenth day (2nd of December) - School and the Czech dinner

Iva had to go to school and I was accompanying. In the abandoned room I always use for my needs I was writing, eating and sometimes conversating with Iva's classmates. From time to time we descended to the ground floor and had a tea or coffee in the snack bar. At three o'clock it was time to leave the building to start the final phase of preparations for the Czech dinner.
We visited all known fish markets and even one unknown, but we failed to obtain carp again. We resigned and hurried home to make the bread crumbs. The procedure was following: Pieces of fresh bread were put on hot pan, because we didn't have oven. As it dries, we can break it into smaller pieces that dry completely. Then the small pieces are removed to a pot where I crush them. By shaking I concentrate the crumbs on one side of the pot, from where I can remove them to another basin. It is a type of work that makes you bored before you even start. It took us about one and half hour to produce sufficient amount. The rest was a routine process.
The guests arrived sharply in time. We were surprised and pleasured that every invited guest found some time to come. The party counted eight people: Me, Iva, Ece and Seda, Hakan, Iva's flatmate Sarah, Lea from Germany and Cristina from Spain. It was a well made assembly. I managed to convince everybody that my potato salad is different from the one they call Russian salad. The food was disappearing surprisingly fast. Iva warned me they don't eat very much, which I can't confirm.
Iva's classmates prepared a surprise for her. They bought a wonderful set of Turkish set of china, designated especially for serving of Turkish coffee. Ece, which is the best in this job, showed us how to prepare the best genuine traditional Turkish coffee. Everybody was watching curiously. Both I and Iva completely forgot we had more food and drinks to offer. We drank the delicious coffee slowly and with delight, letting the pleasant conversation flow until the time of goodbye came.

Eleventh day (3rd of December) - Maze in a maze

The second Tuesday of my holiday in Turkey was dedicated to school as well. The fact we got on a wrong bus only delayed this fate. Despite that we used total number of five vehicles; the teacher still arrived later than us.
I will gladly leave out the description of the classes of sewing and jewellery design. The afternoon started to be interesting at the moment we left the university. Iva received her passport with visa at the embassy and then we proceeded to a place where our Turkish friends rather wouldn't let us go alone.
The place is called Kemeraltı, a vast maze of shops and kiosks in narrow streets. You can buy almost anything here. Mostly you see clothes and jewellery, but you also find shops with fabrics, spices, meat, fish, toys, bird cages sometimes with birds inside too, and many others. No matter which direction we took, we couldn't reach the end. Every orientation point, such as chestnut seller or minaret, only confuses you. The salesmen use very unscrupulous trade tactics and they will overcharge everybody who lives more than ten kilometres from here. You usually don't see any prices on the goods and if you don't have at least basics of Turkish language, you should avoid such shop at all costs. Another problem is that the geometrical laws don't apply here. For example: You are passing by a shop window with expensive wedding dress. You go straight two hundred metres and then you turn right. Try to guess what you see behind the corner. Of course, you see the shop window with the same wedding dress. And the kiosk with chestnuts that used to be right next to the entrance is now next to the shop window with the wedding dress. Only the shop with ugly faded postcards is the only one here.
It is evident that even if we got lost in this maze, we are not wandering about up to this day. We bought some little gifts, sweets, tailor shears and we spent cruel amount of money in a shop with fabrics. Then we had to find the exit quickly, because the rest of the potato salad was waiting for us. There were some pieces of chicken left from yesterday. We also visited our favourite fish market and bought some exotic species of garfish. The rest of the evening was dedicated to idleness.

Twelfth day (4th of December) - Technical monument of Izmir

The twelfth day was Wednesday. It was the last day at school for me. Iva was running about school, from one classroom to another, as she had two courses at the same time. I wanted to be useful, so I helped the technical assistant Hasan to prepare the warp at Iva's weaving machine. I don't want it to seem I understand it; I don't at all. Whole my role was to hold the strand of fibers that Mr. Hasan pointed at. When he eventually trusted me, I could take shears and cut something. That was all. Everything that Iva makes is usually very complicated, so it took us about two hours. But we made it and I could leave with the feeling everything is prepared for the next step.
We left the school and it was already dark. But it didn't mean we were resigned not to see or experience anything. Our aim for today was a monument belonging to my field of interest - an old elevator. It is one of the greatest attractions in the city. I looked forward I will take some pictures of old technical solutions to amaze my colleagues. We hoped we will get off the bus at the correct stop, according to Mr. Hasan's instructions.
Unfortunately the bus was so overcrowded that not having roof the passengers would fall over the margin. The screen that shows the location of the bus was somehow confused and was showing only one station, the current one. This doesn't give enough time to make it through the crowd quickly enough. Anyway, the only station shown was incorrect. But finally the screen woke up and found itself at the moment we needed the most. So we stood up and wanted to get off. We would make it if it wasn't a stop at request. Iva wanted to press the button, but there was only the hole. People around us shrugged their shoulders… We could do nothing but to get off one stop later. We still found the old elevator quite quickly.
We found ourselves under a steep slope that was protected by masonry wall. At one place there was a tower. Looking at this building, we were thinking whether it is the old elevator or not. We saw people entering the tower and walking into two parallel elevators, but those elevators didn't look old at all. So we rather stopped thinking and entered one elevator too. It was a modern elevator made of stainless steel and with LCD displays both in cars and on platforms. While the elevator started to move, some music with seagull screaming began to play. "Oh no, I fear it is really what they call the old elevator", I sad. So this is one of the greatest historical treasures of Izmir. Along with the clock tower this elevator is depicted on most postcards related to Izmir. In the upper station it will spit you out into the embrace of an unbelievably expensive restaurant. If you turn around, you will find two binoculars that will allow you to watch the surroundings after inserting some certain coin. So I took couple of pictures and we could go.
On the way back we yielded to our hunger and visited some family business, where we had wonderful grilled eggplant. Then we hurried home to enjoy some sleeping - the trip number three was awaiting us.

Thirteenth day (5th of December) - Back to Foça

The attractiveness of Foça town was so strong that we decided to spend there one more day. We put the rest of the potato salad to a jar and set out on the trip. This time we were sure which way to go. We we used exactly the same way how to get to the peninsula. We had lunch in the same restaurant as the last time. The only difference was they gave us more chilli peppers. No wonder I felt its effect - I had to absorb double portion of them.
When you have already been somewhere, you can notice details better. For example, there were cats on piles of fishing nets, enjoying winter sunbeams and the smell of fish. Sometimes it was quite hard to spot them. We watched a shoal of little silvery fish that was rolling a wave in front of them. In the middle of the harbour bay there was a pelican, swinging himself on waves and looking around. It was resting, but the group of seagulls was searching for something to eat. Some fisherman was keeping a lobster and one smaller spiny lobster in a cage. Soldiers from local garrison were enjoying free time and were walking in the streets slowly.
Twenty minutes later we found ourselves out of the town. We passed by several interesting cliffs where we could have a rest, so we just continued to find the best one. There was a narrow path leading between two rock massives, which was polluted by all kinds of waste. We took this way and descended to a beach of black pebbles. The sun was shining constantly, but the wind was too fresh to allow us to feel comfortably warm. The tide was quite strong.
The activeness that is typical for me forced me to explore what view can we see from the cliff on the right. To reach the place from which I could start climbing I had to make two or three steps in the water. I liked the place so much that I convinced Iva to follow me. We took all our stuff up there. The view was really beautiful, but the wind was making us feel cold. On one side there was the beach we came from. On the other side we could see a cave that is impossible to enter without swimming. We couldn't reach its end with our sight. Only one fisherman was searching for octopi and cuttlefish in the bay. Our picnic finally began.
Then we decided to leave this place and to move to the place we visited the last time. But before we reached it to say hello to our friend octopus, Iva stopped me by the following sentence: "We won't see anything more I think." "Why?" I asked. "I have a Christmas gift for you, but I can't give it to you here. The gift is in Izmir and I can give it to you only at some certain time. The time is coming soon so we have to hurry. We can see the octopus but then we have to run." It was clear she wants to give me as little information as possible at each moment. So we went to the place with octopus, but of course we didn't see it. We turned back and hurried to the bus station. We had to run one half of the way to catch up with the bus. Then we moved to our flat by subway. We ate a bit of cantaloupe melon and had a shower. Iva gave me the best shirt I have which she hid before to prevent me from smearing it. We still had to hurry. We ran to the bus stop and took a bus heading to Konak. I still knew nothing about what was going to happen. Iva was still calling or exchanging text messages with someone. When we got off the bus and appeared before the building of The National Opera and Ballet in Izmir, I finally understood what nature the gift will be of.
I was told that our Turkish friends wanted to attend this event as well. They were supposed to accompany from the time we arrived, but we were too late. They already went inside to find the seats. Iva knew the seat numbers and had some kind of ticket on her cell phone but it was not enough for some strange reason. Iva couldn't remind Ece's surname and it was required, because she was the one who booked the tickets. We felt like idiots. After several minutes of standing there and trying to solve the situation, things began to happen. One of the mysterious principles that follow me every time I travel started to do its job. Do you know what I mean? I always find myself in a place or at a situation where I was not supposed to be.
This time it was especially funny. One of the stewards probably lost her patience and told us to follow her. But she headed to the main hall instead of the third balcony where our friends were sitting. Excluding two VIP seats in the first row it was completely full. To our utter wonderment she pointed at these two seats. We understood nothing. Iva showed them the numbers of our true seats, but we didn't know her surname. So she took us here to punish us… We put our noble rumps on the red padding. The orchestra started to play. I could see rapid movement of points of feet behind the curtain. At least I knew we will be watching some ballet.
After some introductory composition a jet belched out clouds of artificial fog. The curtain opened and I saw the stage with scenes - old dense forest of curved trees covered with moss. From forked branches there were mysterious faces staring at the spectators. Several fairy-looking ballet dancers appeared on the stage. "It's Rusalka", I whispered excitedly, having in mind old and famous Czech opera written by Antonin Dvorak. But the music was strange for Rusalka. I know Rusalka music. Why would they play Rusalka here in Izmir? Another minutes yielded another stimulus. A boy dressed in leather pants and high boots arrived, holding a bow and quiver of arrows on his back. At that moment everything became clear for me. "Oh, it must be Robin Hood! How could I think it is Rusalka?" But this belief didn't outlive the first break. Some motives were obviously ancient, so I rather decided not to think anything.
We liked our seats, of course. Nobody was trying to chase us away, but the thirty minutes of absolute luxury was sufficient for the needs of this story. We wanted to see the girls. We found them successfully. I must admit it was difficult to get used to the view from the rear rows. We got know the ballet is called Sylvia. It is a story that is unknown for me, but I can recognize the godess Diana and her followers. That strange guy that is unable to kill a single target with his arrow is probably Amor. I can say the level of this performance was really high. The story took a happy end I think.
I was surprised by the fact the people wear less festive dress when visiting theatre than on the street. They use more whistling than clapping. The ban on using cell phones and recording the play is not observed at all. Very often we could see somebody holding his phone above his head, taking pictures. Some of them even use the flash. But I enjoyed the ballet a lot. Who can say he was sitting in the first row in the State Opera and Ballet in Izmir?
When our friends left we found some restaurant to satisfy our hunger. Then we had to take a cab to get home, because there is no public transport after midnight. Even the city center is totally empty, only some technical service workers clean the streets.

Fourteenth day (6th of December) - The last day should be entirely utilized

Firstly we didn't know how many of our Turkish friends will accompany us this time. We got to know quickly - Ece and Seda joined us before we left Izmir. The others couldn't go because of their duties at school. Our common destination was called Şirince, a village that is located about eighty kilometres south from Izmir. It is not so close, so it has to be somehow special to attract us.
Şirince lies in a bowl-shaped valley in mountains. Two different cultures used to live there - The Turkish and the Greek one. This relatively peaceful coexistence was terminated by the events related to the end of the First World War. We can see both minarets and Christian church there. The Greek culture established its winemaking tradition which lasts up to the present day, but is held by Turkish only. Don't think this wine is the same beverage as we know from Central Europe. It is made of various species of fruits and it is very sweet. If you don't like very sweet things you should treat it as syrup and dilute it. It contains over 10% of alcohol, but it is hard to recognize it through its sweetness. Those who like this kind of liquid sweets will feel like in paradise.
This place became world-famous in December 2012. According to the Mayan calendar, certain type of people expected the world's end. Some sharp-witted interpret told them the positive energy of this place will ease their harsh fate during the apocalypse. Fair number of them traveled to Şirince. Waiting for the apocalypse was futile, so they left again. As it usually happens in this case, many people still try to utilize this relatively unsuccessful event to their benefit. Fortunately the winemakers and spice sellers prevail. There is one thing that is omnipresent - little blue eyes made of glass or ceramic, offered in many forms, such as earrings and other jewels. They are supposed to shiedl us from "evil look". Many of them are looking at you from walls, concrete on the ground or from doorsteps.
The fact that we had Turkish company always guaranteed us better position than we would be in being alone. The people that don't speak English could satisfy their curiosity, because Ece translated everything. The sellers were less active than they would normally be.
We had our lunch in a large restarant. The lunch was delicious and more Turkish than I have ever tasted. Everything was poured with big portion of yoghurt. Under the yoghurt there was mostly eggplant and flakes of lamb. We also had ayran. I think I should describe ayran for those who don't know it. I didn't know ayran before coming to Turkey. Ayran is a beverage that could be compared to thin and slightly salty buttermilk. Most people drink it from plastic cups with aluminum lid, which they just pierce with straw. Turkish drink unbelievable amount of ayran. For they drink almost no alcohol, it is used in all situations by people of all age.
They brought us ayran in wide tin pot with gilded handle. The volume was approximately twice bigger than ayran we drink from plastic cups. Its taste was stronger and the particles floating inside make me guess it is homemade. Iva couldn't eat any more, but finally she finished her portion. But she couldn't finish the ayran, so she gave me almost full pot. It was really delicious. We both think about preparing our own homemade ayran in Liberec.
After some walking in the streets we visited the local museum. In front of it we ordered Turkish coffee and started to discuss what to do then. We decided to spend the rest of the day in Izmir. Two hours later we got off the bus in Alsançak, beginning search for some place to have good coffee or some dessert.
Firstly we bought a coffee in a plastic cup with straw to heat ourselves. I immediately managed to burn my muzzle. The coffee was so hot that it would be suitable for drinking in the morning of the next day. We still had taste for something. When we found a restaurant focused on waffles, the decision was made. The guest can either choose from one of the waffles shown in menu, or just compose his own creation. We ordered and the waffle was served in several minutes. Our table was decorated with four pieces of art; we could see slices of fresh strawberries or kiwi placed on delicious ice-cream, and other things that can be piled up on a waffle.
That time it was already dark. Later on we had to say goodbye. It was just an ordinary goodbye for Iva, but for me it is goodbye before long time we won't see each other. I hope we will fulfill our mutual promises to see each other one time. Sometimes it really happens.

Fifteenth day (7th of December) - Role of international cargo carrier

For the plane was going to depart at noon, the day was not possible to use for anything but shopping, being together and saying goodbye. My backpack was already packed from the day before. Iva gave me everything that she didn't need anymore. On the way to the airport my backpack was in a state close to explosion.
I got to know that the weather in the north of Europe was very bad and many flights were canceled. Finally it was not so bad - the only flights with label "cancelled" were those that depart from London or those that were supposed to arrive there. It was cloudy above Europe, but I could see a piece of land at every moment. I have to say I have never experienced such turbulences. People didn't like it, the lavatory was crowded with puking people and children were crying. This discomfort was compensated for the passengers seated on the right side of the plane. We could see an aureole, famous and rare optical effect. Firstly there was the circle only, but later a sharp silhouette of the plane appeared. The spectacle lasted until the time the plane immersed itself to the clouds above Vienna. I was surprised how much the plane was shaking this time. The pilot was not descending for several minutes. I even thought we will have to try to land twice.
The clouds were nicely illuminated by the sun from upper side. But under them an aggressive blizzard was raging, which made the landing more adventurous. The temperature was about at freezing point. Most Turkish passengers started to shiver already on the stairs from the plane.
It would be wasting of letters to describe the routine of the way from Vienna to Prague. At midnight I arrived at the place of my friends Lukas and Angie.

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