Stopping over in Istanbul to soak up its amazing history, food and culture is a must
I’m heading back to my hotel after a spectacular Turkish feast at Ali Ocakbaşı Gümüşsuyu (a great little dining spot overlooking the Bosphorus) when out of nowhere, cars begin streaming past with their horns blaring. Passengers are hanging outside the windows shouting, brandishing f lags and setting off flares. The traffic lights ahead turn red; one car deliberately swings across all three lanes blocking the highway. Four young men leap out and jump on the roof, chanting at the beeping vehicles behind them and setting off more flares. I’m genuinely quite alarmed – what is going on? An uprising, a protest, a political rally?
As it turns out, it’s a football victory. It’s the end of the Super Lig – the Turkish Premier League. Galatasaray have beaten Goztepe in a tense 1-0 showdown to win the cup, and half the city has erupted in celebration. We crawl past Taksim Square – the central piazza in the heart of “modern” Istanbul – where throngs of jubilant fans have congregated, followed by groups of friends and families coming to join the revelry. The riotous celebrations last until the early hours, as evidenced by the continuous hooting outside my hotel room…
It’s the complete opposite of my first impression of Istanbul, when I landed almost 48 hours earlier. The coastal drive from Istanbul Ataturk Airport (soon to be a thing of the past – see page 50) revealed a peaceful cityscape emerging through a hazy sunrise, a pink wash of ancient buildings dotted with minarets, standing astride the peninsula that juts out into the Bosphorus Strait.
A 20-minute drive took us through Constantinople, the ancient capital, and over a large estuary known as the Golden Horn into Beyoglu district, the “European side” formerly known as Pera. Here, much of the architecture dates back to the 1800s, when European merchants created grand embassies, stately homes and posh boutiques. Today, it’s the art, entertainment and nightlife centre of Istanbul.
Our destination is the Pera Palace Hotel, the oldest international hotel in the city, set on a charming, winding hillside. It was built in 1892 to offer refined lodgings to passengers of the Orient Express – the legendary train of luxury and intrigue that linked the great capitals of Paris and Constantinople. The 126-year-old grande dame has lost none of her pizzazz: a grand entrance boasts a lavish display of rich marbles and luxurious furnishings, with a sweep of red carpet guiding guests beneath chandeliers and dramatic doorways. An irresistible urge to peek into the chamber beyond reveals an enormous double-storey Rococo lounge – the Kubbeli Saloon – extending back past a grand piano, library, bar area and onto an alfresco patio. I can easily picture former guests Ernest Hemingway and Alfred Hitchcock meeting over whisky and cigars.
In the Old City vast mosques rise out of the landscape, commanding respect and attention
New arrivals are given a special treat – a lift in Europe’s oldest working elevator. The antique carriage sits majestically in wrought-iron framework, gracefully rising five storeys through the heart of a grand circular staircase. Inside Room 411, you’ll find a tribute to one of the hotel’s most famous guests, the doyenne of British crime fiction, Agatha Christie. It is believed she wrote her 1932 classic novel Murder on the Orient Express during one of her stays, and this room now features a library of Christie’s novels, dramatic blood-red walls, a working typewriter and historical memorabilia dedicated to the murdermystery maven.
On the ground f loor, Room 101 reveals a reverent museum exhibition dedicated to modern Turkey’s founding father, Mustafa Ataturk. The revolutionary army officer served as prime minister from 1923 until his death in 1938, and is still a beloved national icon. The display offers an intimate glimpse into his life, with the clothes he wore, rich tapestries (said to have predicted his death) and notes from his work and continuous studying – which extend right up until the day he died.
There are plenty more fascinating historical nuggets to unearth in this evocative property, but it’s time for brunch. We meet our guide Ozlem at a local market; I can’t help but do a doubletake – with her peroxide-blonde hair, large brown eyes and red-lipped smile, she’s the spitting image of American singer Gwen Stefani. After stocking up for our impending traditional breakfast, we head back to her apartment where she offers us slippers and douses our hands in perfume – a customary greeting. We make ourselves at home while Ozlem chats away, exuding warm Turkish hospitality as she describes her home and country. She reveals her love of South Korean dramas, while dropping scraps to the clutter of stray cats waiting for their breakfast two storeys below, and whipping up what turns into an incredible feast: menemen (roast peppers stewed in a fragrant tomato sauce); borek (flaky Turkish pastry filled with various savoury flavours) and kaymak (clotted buffalo milk drizzled with honey). All this is accompanied by seasonal figs and mulberries, a mountain of breads, olives, cheeses and hams, and washed down with lashings of strong black tea and rich coffee – we can’t get enough of it.
Fuelled for the afternoon, we head out to see some of the surrounding sights.
In the centre of Beyoglu is the soaring Galata Tower, a Romanesque structure built in the 14th century. The Medieval watchtower offers incredible 360-degree views over Istanbul, the Bosphorus and the Golden Horn. In the Old City, vast mosques rise out of the landscape, commanding respect and attention – a total contrast to the chaotic competition of skyscrapers in cities like Hong Kong. Expect to queue, with just two lifts whisking tourists to the top-floor restaurant, followed by three flights of stairs leading to the circular viewing platform (entrance 25 lira/US$4; open 9am-8.30pm).
From Galata Tower it’s just a short walk to join the elegant pedestrianised thoroughfare known as Istiklal Street (Independence Street). Vintage trams come rumbling along the 1.4km avenue, lined with shops, galleries, cinemas, pubs, patisseries, churches, historical passages and more, eventually culminating in Taksim Square, featuring the Republic Monument.
Later we head across the water to the circular, stone Hodjapasha theatre, remodelled from a 15th-century bathhouse. There’s a sombre atmosphere as the white-robed Whirling Dervishes and accompanying Sufi musicians walk on, with a projected sign instructing the audience not to applaud the sacred sama
ceremony they are about to witness. What follows is a hypnotic ritual of whirling, wailing and… willing your eyes open. The rhythmic beating of the benedir (frame drum), monotonous keening of the neys
(f lute-like instruments) and dizzying spins of the dervishes send more than a few audience members nodding off – but it’s an atmospheric cultural experience that stays with you. (Shows start at 7pm daily; cost US$20. It’s worth arriving a little early to digest the extensive exhibition that offers a background to the Whirling Dervishes and the ritual performed, with plenty of details ranging from the religious significance of specific hand gestures to instruments used by the band.)
The next day, we get up early to tackle some of Istanbul’s most famous historic sights: the Hippodrome of Constantinople, Sultan Ahmet Mosque (popularly known as the Blue Mosque), Topkapi Palace, Hagia Sophia and the Basilica Cistern, all handily located within walking distance of each other – each one more awe-inspiring than the next.
Start at the Hippodrome, the site of an ancient Byzantium chariot-racing stadium peppered with ancient monuments including the bronze Serpent Column, relocated by Constantine the Great in 324 AD, and the 3,500-year-old ancient Egyptian obelisk of Thutmose III.
Move swiftly on to the Sultan Ahmet (Blue) Mosque, built in the 17th century with an ostentatious six minarets that courted controversy at the time for competing with the Grand Mosque in Mecca – the only other mosque to boast six minarets at that time. (Sultan Ahmet solved the problem by building a seventh minaret at the Grand Mosque.) With 30,000 visitors a day, the trick is to get ahead of the crowds. Doors open at 8.30am with little or no queue for early birds. A strict dress code is enforced as the temple is still actively used for prayer, though the cartoon diagrams are genuinely confusing. Basically, keep your arms and legs covered, no tight jeans, and ladies cover your hair – nearby stalls offer robes and scarves to borrow. (Entry is free; open 8.30am-6pm every day, excluding prayer times; sultanahmetcamii.org)
From the exit it’s straight on through the rose gardens and turreted gates into Topkapi Palace, a sprawling palace-cummuseum. Here you’ll discover the original residence of the Ottoman sultans and incredible artefact collections: a stunning clock-filled room with mother-of-pearl grandfather clocks, skeleton pocket watches, astrolabes and astronomical disks; and an antique weapons horde of maces, lances, arrows, fearsome axes and mighty swords bigger than me. The sacred relics room features the staff of Moses and scrolls from Mohammed, while next door a hafiz (someone who has memorised the Qur’an) recites the scripture into a microphone.
Head onwards to one of the most magnificent buildings in the world. This is no exaggeration – the staggering proportions of the Hagia Sofia alone are mind-blowing. The main dome looms 182 feet (55 metres) overhead, resting on an arcade of 40 arched windows and columns. The incredible feat of engineering is accompanied by ornate interiors featuring a mixture of Christian frescoes and Islamic calligraphic panes, which remind you the mighty historical monument has witnessed centuries of history. Alas, there are longterm, large-scale restoration works in progress, but there is plenty of beauty to go around. (Entry 40 lira/US$6; open 9am-7pm until October 30, closes 5pm in winter).
Istanbul’s most famous historic sights are all handily located within walking distance of each other
CLOCKWISE FROM THIS PAGE TOP: Picturesque park with Hagia Sophia behind; the Basilica Cistern; Whirling Dervishes; and the Kubbeli Saloon at Pera Palace Hotel
LEFT: Istanbul is located on the Bosphorus, the gateway between East and West