This way...

This way…

After a late lunch we jumped on the tram only to get kicked off for not paying.  After figuring how to pay we ended in a sardine can of a train car for the ride back over the bridge to something called a Funikuler (later to find out this is a train that runs up /down an inclined plane or cliff railway) to the top of Istiklal Street and the heart of modern Istanbul and the site of most of the recent demonstrations and incidents.  The point of most of the We then made our way down the mile long street that reminded me of a combination of Boston’s Newberry street and Faunal Hall.  20140427_190948
This cobblestone street attracts both locals and tourists like us who walk its length.  We enjoy the many boutiques, restaurants, cafes, shops and snack vendors – well really only the snack vendors. At one point I jumped on a street car that runs up the middle of the street (think hanging off a street car in San Francisco).

Are we going to the top?

Are we going to the top?

The sun was just going down when we made it to the bottom and the Galata Tower.  After a short wait in line we were at the top.  Once a watchtower and now a dominating landmark it gave us a breathtaking view of the city at night, of which our pictures do not do justus to.DSC_3421

After a quick snack of a torpedo shaped bread with minced meat, an egg, tomatoes and a few peppers we made or way back to our hotel and dinner.




Dinner is best described in a video that would not load – sorry

I forgot to mention we did hit the Spice Bazaar and picked up a few interesting items including a hookah, a few hats and some Turkish candy.

DSC_3400 DSC_3397We did ended up skipping a few things like a traditional Turkish bath.  The Turk’s need to learn from the Asians in this area.  In turkey men give men baths, what’s that all about?   Due to a lack of time and we passed on the Dolmabahca Palace and a Bosporus Boat trip to the Black Sea. We also passed on the Turkish and Islamic Art Museum due to a lack of interest.


All and all a great time in Istanbul even with the shortened time and lack of sleep.  We will be up tomorrow at 4:30 to catch a flight to our next adventure…


The street of Istiklal




About JSH

There are more than 195 countries in the world by my count and I want to see them all before they all start to look the same – The United Nations has 192 members, but they do not recognized two independent countries, the Vatican City and Kosovo. U.S. Department of State recognizes 194 independent countries around the world, but their list has a political agenda and is missing Taiwan. All of this is without getting into the dozens of territories and colonies that are sometimes called “countries” such as Puerto Rico, Bermuda, Greenland, Palestine, Western Sahara, and even the components of the United Kingdom (such as Northern Ireland, Scotland, Wales, and England) and without counting states and provinces like Texas and Montréal that think they are independent countries. No madder how you count or tag them they are changing, starting to look the same and losing a little bit of themself every day. I do not want to see the world through the eyes of Las Vegas or Disney, like reading the Cliff Notes of a Hemingway novel; you get the idea but miss the point! Life is short, but how long live is up to you…
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2 Responses to Füniküler

  1. Anne Russell says:

    You certainly pack a lot into a day!
    Also a funiculaire in Quebec City that goes between the lower and upper town.
    Love the hats!

  2. Kevin bean says:

    Remember the funicular on Capri? And keep working on the selfies

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