Wednesday 30 April 2014

Leaving Turkey

Some of our friends believed it would never happen. In fact we were starting to wonder if we would ourselves. The issue under discussion was: leaving Turkey.
Where it all began. Fethiye.
We were meant to spend last winter in Greece but fear of a “skin condition” that we believed needed to be treated brought us back to Turkey. This treatment never eventuated, since we decided it wasn’t necessary. Thank heavens. Our pockets were not full enough and our trust in the man who was to do the work not complete enough to do the major peel. However we still came back to take Pavlov out of the water at Bozburun, let the hull dry out for three months then paint her ourselves. But back in Turkey!
Pavlov being hauled out for a bottom job in Bozburun
In 2012 we took out Turkish residency for three years. Turkey was to be our bolt hole. Schengan countries surrounded us so to escape back to Turkey was always a consideration. Turkey had begun to feel like our second home.  In 2013 our arrival back in to the little bay where the village of Orhaniye is situated was like coming home. We sailed in and we knew it. After sailing since April into foreign ports there was something comfortable about coming back there, the place we had wintered in 2012-13.
Christina and Megan at wedding Orhaniye 2013
As I said some thought we would never leave. We made some good friends here who we shared : glasses of wine, Xmas 2012, sailing exploits, Easter celebrations and a number of meals. They became our friends in Turkey. We also met a number of people while sailing around Turkey and Greece who we keep contact with and have and will visit in their countries.
Megan and Sarah Easter 2013
2013 was a year of travel with friends and family: Michelle, Nan and Ayla, Michael, David and Carolene and Bev. We don't expect anyone this year, but you never know.
Michael hunting for underwater city Epidaurus
But westward we must go. Leaving was stressful. From the known to the unknown. Add the process of sailing to your next destination, and you can understand why people for lots of good reasons don’t leave. But the fear of becoming that attached made me even more determined to leave. After all we are here to see the world, or at least the Mediterranean.
Since leaving Orhaniye we have sailed north along the Turkish coast: Knidos, Turgutreis, Port Saint Paul, Gokkovar Limani( our little fjiord from last year)Cesme, Eske Foca, and now Alibey( Cunda) opposite Ayvalik. We are now in new terrain which is great. The adventure continues. If the wind and rain stops tomorrow we leave for Lesbos, Greece.  Wish us luck!

Eske Foca

Cunda, opposite Avaylik. Pavlov in boat yard dock

Cunda

Cunda

Friday 18 April 2014

Part 3 Jerusalem

We approached Jerusalem on route 1, from the east, and drove through a check point. This was the second checkpoint we had encountered. We were passing from the Palestinian Authority West Bank to the Israeli controlled zone. It reminded me of Berlin after the war with checkpoint Charlie. The car in front had driven onto the highway from Palestinian areas. Evidence of this was also the lack of Israeli plates on the car. They were stopped. The men were asked for identification and the car was looked over, and under. Memories of suicide bombings are still very clear. We were waived through since we clearly were not a threat. Arriving in Jerusalem had a feeling of entering a safe zone. At least for some, and for now.

View of Old City from Mount of Olives
Fortunately we had again booked accommodation and had to get rid of the car. Jerusalem was a city and we didn’t need or want the car. By chance we parked very close to our hostel in Jaffa Road. From the photos on the web I knew a light rail travelled right outside the hostel. After finding it, disposing of the car and eventually moving into our tiny room, we began our exploration of Jerusalem. As in Rome where we stayed on a road leading to the Forum, this was so convenient. Down Jaffa Rd was the Old City. Jaffa Rd was a pedestrian precinct with many shops  and up the road were the markets.

Jaffa Road tram

Running for a tram
It is hard to know where to begin. Like any major city of the world like London, Rome or Paris, Jerusalem was a city of many parts. The Old City, the modern areas with the Israel Museum, the Mount of Olives, and the predominately Moslem areas. We had 4 days.

The Old City would be visited many times. I was spell bound it. Religion has meant little to me. History however has been my passion. The Church of the Holy Sepulchre was quite awe inspiring.

Pilgrims waiting to enter
The Church is really a number of churches. In the past the Vatican, and Russian and Greek Orthodox vied for rites to this little piece of the Old City. Finally they agreed that the status quo should dictate, so no more arguing. Within the church you see ceremonies of the three denominations. This Church is said to stand on the site that Christ was buried and rose from the dead.  The rock that was used to place Christ's body within the cave, is available to be seen and touched. People queued to bend and kiss the stone, lay bags of crosses or other soon to be sacred objects, on the stone and pray. Presumably these objects were then going to sold or given to family.

Entry to Coptic Shrine in Church of Holy Sepulchre

Stone on which Jesus body is said to have been lain

Small bags of crucifixes being laid on slab to make them sacred

The ceremonies that go on every day are entertaining. The elaborate robes worn by the priests make it quite a show. Then there is the frankincense and the chanting: what a show. And mesmerising, even for this unbeliever.
 
Less elaborately dressed Russian Orthodox Priests

The next day we visited the Western Wall and Temple Mount. The Western Wall of the Old City or the Wailing Wall, as it is sometimes called, is the Jewish sacred area. Here males and females pray on different sides separated by a fence.  Boys and girls were having their ba mitzvah rituals. I spoke to one grandmother who watched her grand-son's ceremony, while standing on a plastic chair and looking over the edge of the fence, from the women's section of the wall. She welcomed me to Israel. I walked over to the wall where hundreds of women sat while others prayed at the wall. Little pieces of paper with their dearest wishes were tucked into all the crevices. I added my wish. Steve guessed what it was. Am I so transparent? My thoughts always turn to my children at these times. 

Men's side 

Ba Mitzvah and video 

Ba Mitzvah 

Women's section

Girl's Ba Mitzvah- she led the ceremony.
To visit Temple Mount we had to queue for the appropriate time for non Moslems: 12:30 pm to 1:30pm, and only via the Damascus Gate. Prior to this guards stood at one gate barring entrance. We wondered at the time what was happening, not realising that this was an entrance to this part of the city. As we entered we followed a suspended walk way, over the Western Wall watched by many armed guards. Clearly they were trying to avoid any violent acts. Police armed to the teeth with riot gear stood near and in the vicinity of the Wall. No Jews are allow to enter Temple Mount. This week I read about a clash between Palestinian youth and Israeli police at Temple Mount. No wonder the security is tight.

Police near Western Wall

Police guarding entrance to Temple Mount.

Al-Aqsa Mosque

Steve outside the Dome of the Rock

Dome of the Rock
The Dome of the Rock is significant for Jews and Moslems. It is on this site that Muhammed is said to have ascended to speak with God  and travelled from Mecca to here on The Night Journey. The Jews say it is the site of the Second Jewish Temple destroyed by the Romans in 70 AD. In fact the site's significance stems from religious traditions regarding the rock, known has the Foundation Stone, at it's heart, which bears great significance for Jews, Moslems and Christians. 

The Al-Aqsa Mosque is the third holiest site for Islam. Unfortunately an Australian set fire to it in 1969, believing it would hasten the second coming of Jesus Christ. 

Israelies abroad tend to have a reputation as being strong and belligerent. While we were in Jerusalem it was Purim and so holiday time. Purim celebrates the deliverance of the Jewish people in the Ancient Persian empire, where there had been a plot to destroy them. It is celebrated by feasting and festivities. We wondered why everyone was buying up big in the many dress up shops. Purim is also a time to let their hair down and be silly, according to one Israeli we asked. See the result.

One of many musicians busking in Jerusalem





Jerusalem letting its hair down.

The Israel Museum was another excursion. It didn't open to 430pm when we arrived at 10 am so we visited the adjacent Scupltor Garden and The Dead Sea Scroll Museum. Later we returned to see the museum.




Sculpture Garden 

Israel Museum

 The Israel Museum contained archaeology, paintings both modern and impressionist, women's clothing of the past and film.  It was very modern and large. 

Women's clothing

Beautiful shawls

Sarcophagi

Masks

Van Gough
Next, and on our last day in Jerusalem we hiked up the Mount of Olives and walked throughout the part of the Old city we had not seen. The view from the there was spectacular and worth the walk. 

View of Mount of Olives from the bottom.

On the way up.

Garden of Gethsemane where Judas betrayed Jesus

View of the Old City
 One thing I hoped to see was the wall the Israeli government has built in East Jerusalem to keep out the Palestinians. The UN has labelled this a human rights abuse. It is certainly horrific to see. It reminds me of a scene from a science fiction movie.

View towards the West Bank- see the Wall constructed to keep the Palestinians out

The concrete wall is clearer here

That night we ate at the hostel. A Dutch couple were there too. The man was to go in the Jerusalem Marathon. While in conversation I mentioned to the woman that I had seen the wall and thought it was horrendous. She asked me if I believed this, Jerusalem, to be the Promised Land. Realising that she was Jewish and a supporter of the wall, in an instant my honest answer was, "No I don't". Clearly now I was an unbeliever and against the state of Israel. But I don't believe any people have a right to protect themselves at the expense of another people. You can't right historic wrongs by doing more wrong. This is my view.

So I left Jerusalem and Israel not a Zionist, but had met many very helpful and kind Israelis. The strength in the belief of the cause of Zion is strong. How a lasting and fair peace will emerge in this country is hard to imagine.

Israel a place to visit? 

Definitely!









Tuesday 1 April 2014

Part 2 Journey to Israel- Acre, Caperneum Tiberius, Nazareth and the Dead Sea

Acco or Acre is a historic walled port-city with evidence of continuous settlement since the Phoenician times. It lies to the north or Caesarea. The present city is characteristic of the Ottoman times and dates from the 18th and 19th centuries. The remains of the crusader citadel lies under the city and dates from 1104-1291. It was regarded as the capital of the crusader kingdom of Jerusalem.


View from Ottoman fortifications of Acre 

Acre Port

Boats in Acre port

Rocking boat ( hard to see here) Acre Port

The Crusader citadel was underground. The Museum was in the process of modernisation. There appeared to be preparations for projections, re-enactments and static displays like models of rooms of the time. It was freezing underground so heating might also be needed. We bought a ticket for 3 displays but one was the tunnel which both Steve and I would have to have bent double to see so we avoided that one.

Part of old town now restaurants


Knights Citadel, amazing figs made an oasis in a land with few trees


Beginning of modernisation of museum- Knights' banners



Knights Citadel- see cannon balls


Citadel


Crusader Tombstone 1290


Note the fleur -de -lis- traditionally used for French Royalty. Reported to have been adopted in 12th century by them on
their shield.



Hummus in the making

Acre was another place for us to try hummus. This time we joined lots of locals and school kids for lunch. See the cook above.

We then drove inland. In a country which is only 424 km from north to south and it's width ranges from 114km to its narrowest point 15 km, it wasn't that far. However as we found in Britain, lots of winding ways make for a long journey at times.

The next region was the Galilee. We had been told there had been rain so the area would be green. This was certainly the case. We were to also drive in the south through desert, providing evidence that for a small nation Israel is geographically diverse.


Our first hazy afternoon view of the Sea of Galilee

Sea of Galilee( north)

My only experience of Christianity is as follows. I went to Sunday school at All Saints Parramatta because our neighbour taught there; I borrowed the Bible in Year 2 because I liked the pictures and at Parramatta High and Parramatta West Primary I engaged with the scripture teachers for debating practise, or really target practise  I am clearly not religious. Friends thought we went to Israel as part of a pilgrimage. For Steve and I this is far from the truth. However one can't help being affected by visiting the sites here, in relation to their religious history and the geography.

Galilee was significant because it is here that Jesus spent most of his time. He gathered his followers and a series of "miracles" is said to have occurred in the vicinity. As a student of history I am always in a state of awe when visiting places of historical interest: the Great Wall, the battle of Culloden, Stone Henge, Bath, the Western Front are just some we've visited. I try to imagine myself in the time. Just because I am not a Christian doesn't mean I treat sites like Galilee or Nazareth with any less fascination. That would be ignorant.

Steve has referred in his blog to the importance of this area in relation to the events which took place here and their impact on contemporary events: the crisis in the Middle East, the impact of colonialism, the spread of Christianity and Islam, and the treatment of the Jews through out time. So yes, fascinating and significant sites are to be engaged with in Israel for "believers"and non- believers". I was quite astounded by the impact this 10 day period had on me. It certainly didn't make me take up the Bible, Torah or Koran. But I was taken by the enormity of the belief that is the story of Palestine, Israel, the Promised Land or whatever you may call it.

The zeal with which people express their "faith" always amazes me. I suppose it shouldn't since I too have heart felt  political beliefs that I have "always" been keen to share. A few come to mind. I was walking in Caperneum, on the northern shore of the Sea of Galilee. This site is significant since it is where Jesus is said to have healed people and was the home of a number of his apostles. Jesus set up his ministry here after leaving Nazareth. Buses carrying pilgrims alighted here as at the other sites of biblical note.  As we were walking towards the gate of the ancient site, two people walked passed, having just been into the site. The man said, " You know sometimes I think that there is just as much truth in what is not said in the Bible as is said.."  I winced at this statement and really stereotyped him instantly, however what this demonstrated was the power of faith or belief. Incredible. The statement made perfect sense to both he and his friend. This was just the beginning of what I witnessed as evidence of religious belief in Israel.

Tsfat sounded an interesting place to visit. It is described as a mystical place. It was freezing and raining. We arrived to see many orthodox jews, recognised by their hairstyle and clothing.
There was also an artists colony.

We stayed the night in Tiberius on the southern shore of Nazareth. It is a bit of a party town and is a bit down at the heel. After walking into town looking for dinner we finally settled again for a falafel wrap. Hummus and wraps became a bit of a staple in this expensive country.


Tiberius on the Sea of Galilee and view of Jordan


Sea of Galilee


Party boat in better times, it is winter after all
"The Queen of Sheba"


Israeli tourism is my guess
Grockle would be our term for this.

Heading south we decided to stay in Nazareth. It was only a short drive from Tiberius. Fortunately we had booked accommodation ahead. There certainly aren't as many places to stay. The internet had proven invaluable for booking ahead and getting directions. Following the blue dot on the iPad is always interesting. This time we believed it was wrong. We wound our way up hill right into narrow lane land, Steve's favourite.  He managed to get us out of there and we continued up the hill following what we believed was the route to our hostel. Again I got out to ask directions, a common event. A very helpful young man in the fruit shop in told us excellent English to go back the way we came and yes, it was where we had been. We parked the car in a car park and followed the signs to Abu Saeed Hostel. It was Shabbat so some shops were shut but as we were to learn it was a predominately Moslem town so not all were closed. It is known as the Arab capital with 69% Moslem and 30.5% Christian. In fact as we drove around we came to believe that most Jewish Israelis seem to live in Tel Aviv and Jerusalem.


Amazingly heavy doors closed shops from view


Narrow pathways wound up the hill


Churches abound in the land of the Nazarene.


Security is clearly an issue



Church of the Annunciation Nazareth 


Markets not unlike Turkey





Lots of drums

We needed to get out to see as much as we could. Nazareth would have been a place we could spend more time. We visited the Church of the Annunciation. It is a modern church built on the site of earlier churches and said to be the site where Mary was told by the angel Gabriel that she would give birth to Jesus. Again many tour groups were there: English, American, French. The modern building is like a fortress. The inside is concrete and rather bunkerish. One imagines the Christians hiding in here if under threat.








Views of the Church of the Annunciation

While we were in Nazareth, rockets were being fired between Gaza and Israel. To protest the Israeli response a protest was held in Nazareth. Clearly this was a town sympathetic to the cause of the Palestinians, being predominantly Moslem. I have always been interested in protests and demonstrations in other countries, however I kept remembering the smart traveller advice about staying away from such actions, so I felt rather anxious while nearby. We had seen water cannon accompany riot police in Mugla.


Quite an orderly protest

Early next morning we took off for the Dead Sea. We had booked accommodation here on the southern end of the Dead Sea at  Neve Zohar. The drive here was fascinating. We entered the
region called the Negev. This was desert. I have seen photos of desert and expected sand. It was a lunar landscape. From a distance it looked like sand or smooth, but on closer inspection the land was covered in small rocks. I couldn't imagine what it must be like to walk over it as the Bedouin people. Here you see true oasis, camels, and corrugated-sheet homes of the Bedouin. Once they used tents. The area looked poor and inhospitable. What a contrast to Tel Aviv or any of the towns we had seen so far.





Steve climbing to gain some perspective on the area


Negev

Notice the rocks in the foreground.

While researching Israel I had read about having a "Bedouin" experience: tents, eating under the stars, riding camels. On the way to the Dead Sea we came upon such a "hotel". What a stark contrast to the way the Bedouin live now. It was a bit like a "then and now" experience as we drove past and found Bedouin herders, their flock and their homes. It was Bedouin who discovered the Dead Sea scrolls in Qumran in 1946. Bedouin live also in Saudi Arabia, Egypt, Syria and Jordan. Many of their settlements are not recognised by Israeli planning laws.


Bedouin Experience







" I dare you to come for a ride!"


Communal eating area


Sleeping huts

Stopping for a snack at Adad we discovered a Russian community shop. Vodka, pickles, all sorts of russian products. Adad is modern day Caanan. The sign said Masada and the ipad seemed to show a road linking this archaeological site and National Park to the Dead Sea. So we set off. We finally reached Masada after driving down a long winding road. Masada was the site of a mass suicide of the people living there when the Romans besieged the city in 73AD. The settlement is on top of a large stoney plateau. We probably should have gone in but it was getting late and after a discussion with the staff at the gate realised that we had to drive all the way back to Adad and go further south to Neve Zohar.


Masada

Dead Sea, see the salt on edges

Approaching Neve Zohar the road winds down to 500 m below sea level. The local authority have placed large signs indicating how far you are going: 100m, 200m, 500m. Neve Zohar is the poor end of the Dead Sea in relation to accommodation and swimming. Signs indicate that you are not allowed to swim here. Further along the shore line as you travel north, swimming is allowed in small areas. Normally these are associated with a hotel or park.


Swimming spot- not that appealing really
The water was oily, thick and don't taste it! Salty!!!!! Signs also indicate not to wear gold in the water, don't put your head under,.....lots of don'ts. It didn't really appeal to me.


Signs appeared everywhere saying " no swimming"

We drove north to Ein Gedi. Here there is a kibbutz and a nature reserve. Lush growth stands in stark contrast to the rocky cliffs behind.


Ein Gedi Kibbutz and hotel.

View from Ein Gedi back to Dead Sea 

The parking attendant in Nazareth had suggested we drive the long way approaching Neve Zohar from the west, rather than driving through the West Bank. Driving an Israeli car which might not have been insured for this area and watching the Four Corners Program about the East Jerusalem I wasn't too keen about driving there. I actually brought an Australian flag to put in the car if we did, evidence of non Israeli occupants (I hoped). So we drove the way he suggested but on the way north Steve wanted to approach Jerusalem from the east, so it meant we had to take route 1, from north Dead Sea. It was so much shorter and meant we'd see other sites.

Jericho is one place I have wanted to see. We can teach about Jericho as a case study in Ancient History so driving so close we had to go in. The road in told a little of the story of this area. A large sign indicated that Israeli citizens were not allowed in to Palestinian controlled areas. We passed a  car which had rolled off the road,  and an old beaten up Mercedes overtook us at speed containing , as I told Michael "men who all were dressed like Yasser Arafat". The town looked poor.  Market day meant many on the roads, but women walked right out in front of us as we drove. I felt fine to walk around but the car might have been a problem, so we left. Our observations regarding the places that Israeli jews lived and where  Palestinians lived was again confirmed. Like the Bedouin town, it looked poor and rundown. We left in trepidation, but wished we could spend more time in the Palestinian areas.

Now the road to Jerusalem.....Part 3