Lee in Istanbul: The Saga Begins ...

Hello from Istanbul! Let me give you an idea of the events that have occurred over the last month:

I landed in Ataturk International Airport on the 6^th of September and was immediately greeted outside by a friendly mustached-man smoking a cigarette waiting with my name on a sign. He was to deliver me to the hostel I had booked prior to leaving Maine. Although it was perhaps a bit early to make any assumptions, his Lucky Strike cigarettes and well-groomed mustache confirmed my stateside preconceptions of Turkish male displays. This was the first time I have ever had someone waiting for me with my name on a sign at an airport. The initial drive from the Airport to wherever you are going is always an extraordinary and unforgettable experience. As Ahmet skillfully maneuvered the van at breakneck speeds through tight Istanbul traffic I got my first introduction to Turkish driving methods. Here, apparently speed limits and driving rules are nonexistent; drivers drive like rally car racers and laying on the horn every two minutes is necessary if one hopes to not get ran off the road. Indeed, getting from point A to point B in as little time as possible is the main objective, even if it takes running a red-light or steering down a one-way street. Buckling up and holding on as I attempted at a broken Turkish conversation with Ahmet I got my first view of the Marmara Sea on my right and on my left the city sprawl of the great Istanbul, not Constantinople.

Süleymaniye Mosque

At a Bazaar

The hostel that I stayed at from the 6^th to the 15^th was affordable and quite comfortable. Situated in Sultanahmet – the historical district of the city – the Cordial House Hostel is nestled amongst ceramic shops, kebab cafes, and carpet stores down a narrow and bustling cobblestone street and is surrounded by popular sightseeing attractions. Sultanahmet is the best base for sightseeing in Istanbul. Although I prefer not to follow the usual guidebook tourist trail when it comes to discovering a foreign area, I was interested in checking out this part of the city before I moved north along the Bosphorous into my university apartment. Considered the oldest city in the world, one is easily overwhelmed with a sense of the city’s antiquity. It is difficult to go anywhere without stumbling across something ancient and magnificent. I spent my ten days marveling at the incredible mosques, observing everyday Turkish life, sipping Çay tea, and meeting other travelers in the hostel (being my first hostel stay, I learned quickly that meeting interesting and worldly foreigners is an inevitable event and always will provide plenty of conversation). I suppose you could say that my initial entrance to Istanbul was anything but uneventful. Of note was a ferry cruise of the Bosphorous Strait that I went on with two German girls from the hostel and their newly met Turkish friend, Deniz. Ticket costs were reasonable at 10 Turkish Lira (~$7) for a marvelous two-hour tour of the length of the straight. Deniz, who has attended university in both Indiana and Berlin, is the son of the Police Chief of Istanbul. He is now one of my closest friends here.

Bosphorous tour ferry with the Süleymaniye Mosque in the back

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The BOSPHOROUS Strait. Off in the distance is Asia

A fruit and vegetable market

Looking at the Sultanahmet Mosque from the a window in the Ayasofya

My exchange program coordinator, a foxy redhead named Ece, coordinated for me to get picked up from the hostel and delivered to my new apartment on the move-in date. I was expecting a taxi, what came was a brand new VW driven by an ironically toothless Turkish gent sporting a custom tailored plaid suit who spoke not a word of English. This sort of ride in style was a nice introduction to Lexia International’s first-rate treatment of its exchange students. And, yet another opportunity for me to practice some elementary Turkish with a local.

Superdorm. Taken from my window

I am now moved in to my three-bedroom suite in the ‘SUPERDORM’, a giant student dormitory building located at the Uçaksavar Kampüs at Boğaziçi Üniversitesi (pronounced: Boh-ah-zee-chee). Apparently it is considered one of the nicest and most progressive student dormitories in Turkey. While the rooms are comfortable, the facilities are nice, and the rooms are cleaned daily, it is, however, very expensive, the architecture screams postmodern soviet architecture, and the rules are a bit draconian. All guests must be signed in and out, and friends are not allowed to spend the night, for example. I am looking forward to finding accommodation outside of the Superdorm for next semester not only to save money but also to achieve more personal liberty. I have two roommates, Berk and Ömer, who are both studying English as a preparatory year at Boğaziçi prior to beginning their four year bachelors program. While the vast majority of students and professors are Turkish, the classes at Boğaziçi are all conducted in English (with only a few exceptions), so it is a necessity for those not fluent in English to take at least a year of English prep classes to achieve near fluency.