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Konya Turkey: Central mosque where throngs of male worshipers gathered on Friday noon.


Konya Turkey: This is the single most distinguishing feature at the <mevlana Celaeddin (Rumi) Museum and mausoleum. It can be seen for blocks around the area.


Konya Turkey: This is a "bed of nails" currently being stored out of the way.


Konya Turkey: Typical street scene in Konya


Konya Turkey: A closer look at some of the head stones in the cemetery near the cyber cafe I use a lot.


Konya Turkey: A cemetery near the cyber cafe I use a lot: the turban means it is a guy buried here.


Konya Turkey: A cemetery near the cyber cafe I use a lot:


Konya Turkey: Another interesting old headstone in the cemetery near the cyber cafe I use a lot.


Konya Turkey: More of those delicious sesame rolls I frequently enjoyed on the streets: cheap and delicious.


Konya Turkey: Now that's what I call a big head of cabbage.


Konya Turkey: Friday farmers market in a parking lot of some of the residence high rise buildings.


Konya Turkey: Friday farmers market is a veritable super market of grocery products.


Konya Turkey: Friday farmers market in a parking lot of some of the residence high rise buildings.


Konya Turkey: Friday farmers market in a parking lot of some of the residence high rise buildings.


Konya Turkey: Friday farmers market in a parking lot of some of the residence high rise buildings.


Konya Turkey: Bulk products on sale at the Friday farmers market in a parking lot for some of the residence high rise apartment buildings.


Konya Turkey: Nice shot of another mosque here in Konya


Konya Turkey: Need a scarf? Help yourself to one before you enter the shrine.


Konya Turkey: Remove your shoes. Carry them in these plastic bags provided for the purpose.


Konya Turkey: Scarves and plastic shoe bag; together at last.


Konya Turkey: One of the several dozen other tombs in the Mevlana mausoleum (Turkish spelling).


Konya Turkey: Some of the several dozen other tombs in the Mevlana mausoleum.


Konya Turkey: One of the several dozen other tombs in the Mevlana mausoleum


Konya Turkey: Inside the Mevlana museum.


Konya Turkey: Inside the Mevlana museum.


Konya Turkey: On the streets around the Mevlana museum.


Konya Turkey: Inside the Mevlana museum.


Konya Turkey: Another shot inside the Mevlana museum taken with the low resolution Pencam.


Konya Turkey: Another Internet cafe in Konya


Konya Turkey: Another Internet cafe here in Konya.


Konya Turkey: Some of the visitors to the Mevlana museum, these obviously from some distant Asian country.


Konya Turkey: More people mulling around inside the Mevlana museum.


Konya Turkey: Visitors crowd inside the Mevlana museum; sorry about the poor picture, but it is dark in here and no flash aloud.


Konya Turkey: Inside the Mevlana museum grounds.


Konya Turkey: Inside the courtyard around the Mevlana museum.


Konya Turkey: Inside the courtyard around the Mevlana museum.


Konya Turkey: A diorama inside the Mevlana museum (annex). Doesn't that guy on the left look a lot like a bearded Baba Tim Conway - for those of you who know him.


Konya Turkey: O.K. Now that we are again outside let's get rid of these ugly uncomfortable scarves...


Konya Turkey: On the streets around the Mevlana museum.


Konya Turkey: An other exterior shot around the Mevlana museum.


Konya Turkey: Entrance to the four star Otel Ozkaymak where I stayed the first half of my time in Konya.


Konya Turkey: Otel Ozkaymak where I stayed the first half of my time in Konya.


Konya Turkey: Interior of my room at the Otel Ozkaymak where I stayed the first half of my time in Konya.


Konya Turkey: Interior of my room at the Otel Ozkaymak where I stayed the first half of my time in Konya.


Konya Turkey: View to the West from my Ozkaymak hotel window: 9AM


Konya Turkey: View to the West from my Ozkaymak hotel window: 9AM


Konya Turkey: Beautiful tiled floor of the lobby at the Otel Ozkaymak where I stayed the first half of my time in Konya.


Konya Turkey: Really nice guy at the dry cleaners in AFRS shopping center who fixed my torn back pack and then insisted on buying me a cup of Turkish coffee!


Konya Turkey: The same minaret with clouds in the background. Just looked beautiful, so I took a bunch of pictures as the background changed.

 

SmallBook9 February 2001

Gweedoe from Konya Turkey.

Konya, known around these parts as Mevlana city is the last resting place of Mevlana Celaeddin (Rumi). The museum and mausoleum attract visitors from all over the world. Most are Turks, of course. For many of the people, a trip here is a pilgrimage to one of the most holy sites in all of Islam.

For a religion that urges followers to fear Allah and shun non-believers, Mevlana broke the pattern by writing about love and acceptance. Where mainstream Islam expects conformance, Rumi called everyone of all faiths and quality of devotion to join in his presence and he did it with beautiful poetry. Tolerance, rather than conformity characterized his messages, and love.

There are beggars here in Konya, but they are never aggressive, always humble. I've even helped a couple of them, something I rarely do since learning that beggars make more money than a workingman in Bombay.

People everywhere in Turkey are unusually polite on trams. Younger people regularly give up their seats to an older person. Even a young senior citizen like me has benefited on occasion, though I feel guilty taking the seat when I am perfectly able to stand, maybe more so than a younger person.

History is everywhere apparent here in Turkey. Ruins, some reconstructed sit on every block in the cities and dot the landscape along the roads between cities. Some of the oldest sites are seven thousand years old.

High-rise residential buildings are painted attractive colors in Konya (I took a lot of pictures of these). It is much like going into the suburbs of a Californian city where pride of ownership is obvious. Some might consider the colors gaudy. I like them.

I know. I already sent a link to the photo album, but in case you missed the first message, here it is again. Several people using AOL have reported having trouble viewing the photo albums. I'm now wondering if it is hopeless or if others have had better luck with AOL browsers accessing jpg images. If you know how to make the AOL browser work with ofoto.com picture albums, let the rest of us know.

I also took a roll of 35mm film pictures, but have little faith in the Turkish postal system. One postal employee may already have scammed me and god knows what he did with the envelope containing pictures of Istanbul. Don't forget you can get 25 free prints when you sign up for an account at ofoto.com. I've had one for about 5 months now and see no down side to signing with them. They process your first two roll free in addition to giving you the 25 free prints of anything including some of my pictures, if you like. If you do decide to get an account, do it while looking at my stuff. That way I get another 10 free prints (got 20 so far). 

This is a special landmark in my struggle to use a digital camera to record sights along my way. Got the pictures taken in Konya actually processed while I'm still here and may actually get the post card done before I leave (That didn't happen as I am now in Antalya).

When you get tired of my irreverent and parochial views of things, take a look at the magnificent and extensive site put together by my Turkish friend Serif Yenen and then visit this site for additional authoritative material about Konya. For more information about Rumi, go here.

I see a lot of women dressed in the traditional Kurdish long skirt-pants that billow at the bottom. There are plenty of other, mostly older women covering their faces - usually holding the edges of the black scarf "peçe" in their teeth. Makes me wonder if the cloth tastes good.

This is my fourth try to complete this paragraph. Today is Friday, the Muslim Sabbath. About noon the owner of the cyber cafe in which I was working took over my keyboard, pulled up the on screen translator and typed in a Turkish word. The English translation came up "ritual prayer" and he made me understand that he had to close down for a half hour. So, I walked a couple blocks to another place I'd discovered and tried to continue doing this section. Twice during the session the yahoo screen disappeared and I had to start over. It made me wonder if some religious censor was watching to see if anybody was working on the Sabbath, or worse if they were typing blasphemous material like mine.

Just before noon every Friday things get very crazy around here. First you see men scurrying around headed for the nearest mosque (the women are rushing too, but into the shopping areas). Around 11:30 loudspeakers begin projecting the sermons (or possibly the chanting of Koranic verses) of numerous emans so that people who can't make it to the mosque won't miss the exhortations. The problem is that they all seem to be competing with one another in loudness so the cacophony that results must be nearly unintelligible to even someone who understands Turkish (or is it Arabic?). Then, around noon the muezzins begin their vocal duels calling everyone to the most important "ritual prayers" of the week... right on top of all the other racket being made by the emans delivering their sermons. On occasion a police car officer will decide to use his loud speaker to chastise some motorist, and drivers constantly sound their horns to alert cars ahead that the signal lights will be changing in a couple seconds. This all lasts for perhaps 35-40 minutes. The men keep streaming into the mosques right up to the time some of the early guys start coming out. It looks like making an appearance is close to obligatory for most of the male population. Those ubiquitous ritual washing fountains scattered all over the place are for men only as well. On rare occasions I have seen women filling their water cans from them, but for cleansing the feet and soul it's a men only facility.

Every morning starting about 05:15 and lasting about 45 minutes and then repeated four more times throughout the day, everyone is bombarded by what any sane person would have to call noise pollution. From birth to death every day every person hears the messages whether they want to or not. I suppose it might be like living next to a railroad. After a while your mind just shuts off the sound and you simply don't hear it any more. For one year I lived not more than thirty meters from railroad tracks with trains passing two or three times a day, so I know what I'm talking about. Most people on the streets do indeed seem to totally ignore the call to prayer; not even pausing in their conversations to acknowledge the message. Talk about brain washing: true or false, you get the party line message five times a day from the cradle to the grave. No wonder most Muslims I've met are such true believers.

"Allah is great. There is only one Allah. Time to pray to him again." As I contemplated this message Muslims hear five times a day, it occurred to me that in the West our religion of consumerism does the same thing and not just five times a day, but five times and hour... sometimes five times a minutes. "Coca Cola is great. There is nothing else quite like Coca Cola. Time to drink some more Coca Cola!" See what I mean? Just as surely as the believers in Islam are brain washed, so too are those of us immersed in the consumer oriented world. Who is to say which is better… or if either is beneficial? I must wonder what would happen if all of humanity were to practice the Grand Silence.

I have always considered the advice to avoid dark alleys at night as prudent. If you did that here in many parts of Turkey, you would miss some of the most interesting places and experiences. There are an awful lot of narrow shopping streets in most towns I've visited. To be truthful though, they rarely are deserted and I never feel unsafe.

There are barbers for men and there are barbers for women and never the twain shall meet. So, when a guy with shaggy hair like me needs a haircut there is a big problem. The shops that are set up to pamper women are shocked when a man appears in their door. The men's shops on the other hand give only two types of haircuts: the standard Army cut and the modified Army cut, neither of which would satisfy me. Finally, after much searching and protracted negotiation I did find a very up-scale women's salon that rushed me into a back room out of sight and with the help of the owner, a male translator and a (gay?) male hair dresser plus a half dozen spectators proceeded to give me one of the best haircuts I have ever gotten anywhere, complete with eyebrow epilation using a twisted pair of threads. The fee: about nine dollars (three times what the other salons were quoting!). It was an elegant experience.

In something I wrote earlier I characterized the tall pointy towers you see all over Muslim countries as lightening rods. A couple of my readers questioned whether or not they do indeed serve that purpose. Here in Konya I took a long careful look at several of them and sure enough, discovered that every one has a ground wire snaking its way down to ground from the top. There are so many of them here it makes the landscape look like an aroused porcupine. Of course I do know the religious importance of the minarets and no one can miss their function unless they are stone deaf. For anyone interested in an academic description I draw their attention to a great link Richard Houghes, a friend of mine found.

I have had occasion to take note of the fact that naming things always gives them qualities not inherent in their basic nature. A tall pointy tower with loud speakers on it becomes a religious object only by consensus of some group of people. A mass killing of Armenians by Turkish mobs a century ago becomes genocide only when some group chooses to define it so. When the French parliament recently condemned that incident as genocide, the Turks were enraged. I got enough of the debate to know once again "beauty is in the eye of the beholder" and ugliness. During my stay here in Konya the American-British bombing of Iraq occurred. Right after that some of the staff in my hotel started treating me with contempt. Of course I can't be sure of the connection, but I have my suspicions. There is the possibility that they were just ticked off that a rich American like me wasn't tipping better. Who knows?

This country is badly in need of an anti-smoking campaign. Everyone smokes everywhere... especially in the cyber cafes I use a lot. There is no consideration for the health of others, not to mention the possibility of offending non-smokers.

Everywhere I go in Turkey the streets are like a giant outdoors version of my favorite store, "Ross - Clothing For Less." I have never seen so many clothes at such ridiculously cheap prices. This would be a good place to start a vacation naked, especially if you like shopping.

Things still are cheap here: Coke in a can 38 cents, watch battery 75 cents, meals in a restaurant are never more than 8 dollars and some as little as 3 dollars! Winter 4 star hotel rates vary from 30 to 50 dollars for a single. The flight from Konya to Istanbul is 71 dollars (or $50 for seniors), etc. While I write, the Turkish Lira is in crises. A few days ago I got 650000 TL per dollar; today I got 800000! It means foreign goods and services become more expensive for the Turks, but most things are 20% cheaper for me. They already were pretty cheap before the devaluation.

I have carried a Swiss Army Officer's pocketknife for thirty years. During a change of planes in Zurich last month I lost the darned thing while going through the security check process. What an irony: loosing my Swiss knife while in Switzerland!

My several psychologist friends may be able to tell me what it means to be dreaming so much. Every night, as well as during short naps I dream wildly... about ordinary stuff. Occasionally I'll catch myself nodding off into a daydream about the same subjects. I do not recall ever dreaming so much before.

For my computer crazy friends I have suddenly started to realize the importance of the new peer-to-peer technology. It is difficult to stay on top of it out here in the wilds without regular access to the Internet and the ability to save links. If anyone comes across anything particularly radical, let me know. I think it is another development that has the potential to change civilization.

That is more than enough for now, so I'll sign off.


Peace,
Fred L Bellomy
24 February 2001

 


Konya Turkey: The Mevlana complex from the back.


Konya Turkey: Beautiful color schemes used on all the high rise residence buildings clustered around central Konya.


Konya Turkey: This is what all the excitement is about at The Konya Kebap: the best spit roasted lamb I have ever enjoyed anywhere in the world accompanied by tasty flat bread beyond phrase.


Konya Turkey: Entrance of the BASAK iNTERNET HiZMETLERi (Internet cafe) here in Konya.


Konya Turkey: Boys (owners) of the BASAK iNTERNET HiZMETLERi (Internet cafe) here in Konya.


Konya Turkey: Unusual headstones in a cemetery near the cyber cafe I use a lot: strange symbol for a headstone.


Konya Turkey: McDonald's manager, Ismail and staff. All spoke good English... common in McDonald stores throughout the world... a good thing to remember when all else fails and you have gotten yourself really lost!


Konya Turkey: On the streets around the Mevlana museum.


Konya Turkey: A minaret with clouds in the background. Just looked beautiful, so I took a bunch of pictures as the background changed.


Konya Turkey: This is what caused the beautiful "clouds" I selected for the background of the minaret shots.


Konya Turkey: Tramway connects major parts of the city in Konya.


Konya Turkey: Close up of the "bed of nails" to show the sharp business end guaranteed to produce a sleepless night!


Konya Turkey: A cemetery near the cyber cafe I use a lot: probably the home of many of the Internet cafe's users who smoke every minute of their lives!


Konya Turkey: Another place to fill your water jug, or...


Konya Turkey: Colorful building exteriors all over town.


Konya Turkey: More of the beautiful color schemes used on high rise residence buildings.


Konya Turkey: Another example of the beautiful color schemes used on high rise residence buildings.


Konya Turkey: Beautiful color schemes used on all the high rise residence buildings clustered around central Konya.


Konya Turkey: This is the four star Otel Ozkaymak where I stayed the first half of my time in Konya.


Konya Turkey: Some kids making a snowman in Konya.


Konya Turkey: In and around AFRS shopping center: my favorite buffet cafe.


Konya Turkey: A covered shopping area near the Hotel Bera.


Konya Turkey: On the streets around the Mevlana museum.

 

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Konya Turkey: This is the single most distinguishing feature at the <mevlana Celaeddin (Rumi) Museum and mausoleum. It can be seen for blocks around the area.


Konya Turkey: This is one of the entrances to the Mevlana Mausoleum.


Konya Turkey: Just in front of the mausoleum entrance.


Konya Turkey: Just in front of the mausoleum entrance.


Konya Turkey: Reference photo of author in front of the mausoleum entrance.


Konya Turkey: Just in front of the mausoleum entrance.


Konya Turkey: One of the big attractions: hair from the beard of the prophet! People insisted I take a whiff of the air inside through one of the two cracks provided for smelling. I smelled nothing, but my effort seemed to make the other devout pilgrims there happy.


Konya Turkey: O.K. This is what we came to see: the tomb of Mevlana Celaeddin (known in the West as Rumi). Devout people stood for many minutes "warming" their hands in the glow of the great sage's memory. When they were ready to move on they wiped their just consecrated hands over their faces. Most of those I discretely watched looked more peaceful for the experience. I must admit, recalling the beautiful, mystical love poetry created by this revered man put me into a meditative state as well.


Konya Turkey: Remove your shoes and leave them in the plastic bag in the basket. Dirty shoes are forbidden inside the holy shrine.


Konya Turkey: One of my favorite restaurants in Konya: the Konya Lezzet Kebap.


Konya Turkey: My waiter at The Konya Kebap


Konya Turkey: The cook at The Konya Kebap


Konya Turkey: This is what all the excitement is about at The Konya Kebap: some of the most delicious, tender lamb I have ever tasted!


Konya Turkey: The bill at The Konya Kebap


Konya Turkey: That is the Afra Building. It dominates the Konya skyline and sits on top of the city's largest shopping center.


Konya Turkey: One of the entrances to the AFRS shopping center


Konya Turkey: Another shot of the Afra Building. It dominates the Konya skyline and sits on top of the city's largest shopping center.


Konya Turkey: Layout of the AFRS shopping complex.


Konya Turkey: In and around AFRS shopping center.


Konya Turkey: In and around AFRS shopping center


Konya Turkey: The old balloon seller in the AFRS shopping center.


Konya Turkey: In and around AFRS shopping center


Konya Turkey: Entrance to my favorite buffet restaurant in the AFRA shopping center.


Konya Turkey: Around the AFRA shopping center: one of the entrances.


Konya Turkey: In and around AFRS shopping center


Konya Turkey: Father helping daughter hop the pills in and around AFRS shopping center.


Konya Turkey: Playground being enjoyed by a little kid in the AFRS shopping center


Konya Turkey: Another view from the back.


 

Konya Turkey: Another view from the back.


Konya Turkey: Kids seem to enjoy the play equipment provided by the AFRS shopping center.


Konya Turkey: Have a drink; wash your hands and feet. Get ready to pray. These fountains are more numerous than gas stations in the U.S.


Konya Turkey: More artifacts inside the Mevlana museum. There were several early hand copied editions of the Kor'an, the earliest of which carried a date in the 8th century. 


Konya Turkey: More artifacts inside the Mevlana museum.


Konya Turkey: Another of the artifacts inside the museum.


Konya Turkey: Inside the Mevlana museum looking outwards through the entrance.


Konya Turkey: Inside the Mevlana museum.


Konya Turkey: Another typical scene on the streets around the Mevlana museum.


Konya Turkey: Bundle up; it is cold on the streets around the Mevlana museum.


Konya Turkey: On the streets around the Mevlana museum.


Konya Turkey: On the streets around the Mevlana museum.


Konya Turkey: On the streets around the Mevlana museum.


Konya Turkey: View from the window of my room at the Hotel Bera. Yep, that's snow on the ground and it is cold.


Konya Turkey: Inside my room at the Hotel Bera where I spent the last half of my stay in Konya.


Konya Turkey: Inside my room at the Hotel Bera where I spent the last half of my stay in Konya.


Konya Turkey: View from the window of my room at the Hotel Bera.


Konya Turkey: Entrance to the Bera Hotel.


Konya Turkey: Hotel Bera where I stayed the last half of my time in Konya.


Konya Turkey: Hotel Bera where I stayed the last half of my time in Konya.


Konya Turkey: An other exterior shot around the Mevlana museum.

 

Reference photo: author
 August 2002
 

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