I’ve been to İzmir quite a few times since that’s where Ferda grew up and where her parents still live. However, until my visit last month, the only sort of touristy thing I’d done in İzmir was climbing in Kaynaklar, a village in a pretty area a bit east of the city. How have I not written a blog about Kaynaklar??!! We’ve spent at least two weeks camping and climbing there in at least two different trips.
What I made time for this trip to İzmir was the extensive market area of Kemeraltı, the Roman Agora, the archaeology museum, and the Church of Saint Polycarp.
As with most good tours this one started with a bicycle to get to the center of the city. This is İzmir’s BİSİM system.
Kemeraltı in the center of İzmir might be the funnest market to visit in all of Turkey. How had I not spent more time in there before? It’s where İzmirites go shopping, but you can also find almost anything a tourist might hope to buy in Turkey. Indeed there’s even one small area dedicated to preserving handmade arts and crafts that are dying out in Turkey, like silk and felt (mixed together) textiles and detailed painting with amazingly small brushes. You can find those shops in the arcade under this mosque:
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İstanbul makes a big deal out of their Tulip Festival each April. I’ve never been so I can’t comment on that. Howerver, I was pretty impressed by the flowers on our recent visit to Kırşehir.
The United Arab Emirates isn’t on many folks bicycle touring bucket list. Nor should it be. It has all the problems of Oman that I described in my previous Oman posts — traffic, sprawling cities, migrant worker exploitation — but without the beautiful scenery and fantastic camping that’s easy to find in Oman.
I crossed the border from Oman and spent my first day in the country visiting Al Ain, the fourth largest city in the UAE. I was excited to be visiting a new country, and, well, the cultural sites of Al Ain even make it onto the UNESCO World Heritage list. Why?, I wondered, after visiting the National Museum, Al Ain Oasis, and the Hili Archaeological Park. The fort at the museum and the adjacent oasis felt a little Disneylandesque after having visited the real thing many times in Oman.
Stuart and I dropped off Jack at the Muscat airport around midnight for his horribly-timed flight back to Miami via Istanbul. My flight back to Antalya, however, left from Dubai. On the way in to meet Jack a month earlier in Muscat, I flew to Dubai, took a taxi to the bus station, a bus from Dubai to Muscat, built my bicycle on the side of the highway, and rode to Stuart’s house where Jack was waiting.
My return trip from Muscat to Dubai took a little longer. I gave myself 15 days and pedaled.
Since riding in Oman seemed to keep getting better and better, I was really looking forward to this section from Muscat to Al Ain, UAE, the city where I ended up crossing the border. The traffic was very heavy in places — indeed some of the worst traffic I saw in Oman was heading north into Rustaq just before noon prayers on a Friday — but I knew to expect traffic so it wasn’t as demoralizing as my first week in the country.
I started with a detour by heading east from Stuart’s house instead of west to visit the Sultan Qaboos Grand Mosque. Wow, I loved this building. I’m a fan of Islamic architecture. The Taj Mahal is still my favorite building in the world, and both the Shah Mosque and Sheikh Lotf Allah Mosque in Esfahan are pretty darn impressive. The Sultan Qaboos Grand Mosque in Muscat is much newer than any of those buildings, but it sure is a looker.
Jack and I caught a view from the road a month earlier, and it’s actually fairly unassuming from the outside. It does not “dominate the Muscat skyline” as one review I read put it. You have to get into the compound and start looking at the details.