Thursday, 29 October 2009

Treasure Hunting

Istanbul is a city with a rich history and littered with architecture which flaunts it. Sultanahmet (the Blue Mosque), Ayasofya, Topkapı Palace and numerous other Ottoman buildings dot the skyline so that no matter where you stand, you are never far from a reminder of just where you are. Millions flock here every year hoping to be transported back in time. For those living in this great city, the gateway between Europe and Asia, soaking up everything Istanbul has to offer can fill you with wonder on a daily basis.

Like many young ex-pats, living in Istanbul means living in Beyoğlu. This uber-hip, mecca to commercialism is the heartbeat of modern Istanbul with eons of trendy cafes, bars and boutiques. The main thoroughfare, Istiklal Caddesi, runs straight down the middle and is lined with thousands of high street shops and kebab restaurants. This part of the city - a simple walk across the Galata bridge, doesn't seem at first glance to offer much to sightseers looking for the more traditional sites. However, if you look a little closer you will get a feel for Istanbul's present and future. The best way to do this in Beyoğlu is to people watch.

I decided I wanted to play a game while out walking around the area. My friend, Anna, needed to go shopping for some clothes and with autumn now here, I had to pick up some new things too. As shopping is not something I particularly enjoy, the incentive of a game to play kept me interested. I've always had a soft spot for Treasure Hunts - an activity I like to play in the classes I teach, so I drew up a list of 'treasures' to find while we were out and about. These so-called prizes varied from the simple to the not so easy. The good thing about this game is the requirement to keep your eyes peeled on everything going on around you.

As with everything in life, context is everything so the list you'll see below may not be as you think at first sight. The game was simple. I had 10 things to find and Anna had a different 10. Whoever could complete their lists (or found the most by the end of the day) would be the winner. We numbered the 'treasures' and drew them from a hat to ensure fairness. Unfortunately, I never have the best luck in these matters and I found myself needing to spot some fairly tough things.

Mike's Bounty - 1. a veiled woman 2. someone eating fruit 3. a ginger cat 4. a middle-aged man's hairy chest 5. someone wearing a football top 6. someone carrying a Turkey flag 7. an 'I Heart Istanbul' T-shirt 8. a big moustache 9. some old British tourists 10. someone wearing a school uniform.

Anna's Bounty - 1. someone's knees 2. an American family 3. a trendy mohawk/mullet haircut 4. a transvestite 5. an old woman in traditional attire 6. an old man wearing a hat 7. a black person 8. someone using prayer beads 9. someone with a facial piercing 10. a street performer.

Now, as I said, context is everything. What is so strange about seeing a black person, for example? Three years in China and Central Asia, I admit, played a big part in this. Being in such a cosmopolitan place after so long away was a shock to see people of many different nationalities and race. Similarly, seeing a person being open with their sexuality or sexual orientation was not something that was common in those regions either.

The game got off to a pretty horrendous start for yours truly, as Anna ticked off treasure after treasure in quick succession. It took almost an hour for me to find anything on my list, but the big handle-bar moustache I spotted marching down the street at least kept my tally respectable. I was hopeful of reeling in my rival as she had crossed off the easy pickings, but I was confident that glimpsing some knees in autumn was unlikely. My biggest problem was spying anyone eating fruit. In a country where the kebab is king, fruit eaters generally restrict themselves to enjoying their five portions at home. Surprisingly, it also took a long time to see a middle-aged guy with his shirt buttons undone enough to show off his chest hair. Just like the buses, however, I was rewarded for my patience. I even saw a couple of clowns, though, they didn't get me any bonus points. :-(



In the end, however, there can be only one winner and that wasn't me. The game did liven up a shopping expedition, though, and checking out my fellow co-habitants to discover the modern Istanbullus was fun. This is an international city rooted in its traditions; a city proud of its muslim heritage, but also its secularity; a city filled with spectacular architecture and equally fantastic people.

Monday, 26 October 2009

Migrant Workers

I knew for a long, long time that I was going to travel the world. Leaving England and working abroad was only a matter of time and opportunity. It's funny how these things work themselves out, but I was reminded this weekend about a different career path I could have followed.

I am currently working in Istanbul as an English teacher. Contrary to the usual response from TEFL teachers the world over, I quite enjoy my job and definitely don't see this as a short-term distraction from a "real" job. Sure, I don't consider this to be something I will do forever, but then who said we had to choose one job and stick with it? Previous jobs positions I have held include charity fundraiser, office monkey (not literally) and croupier in a casino. I have also applied for various jobs such as a clown (under-qualified), a porn star (didn't get a call back), a flight attendant (couldn't keep the shit-eating grin fixed long enough), a male escort (still would consider) and an accountant (think I was under the influence!). These, however, were only flights of fantasy. A twisted Rob Gordon-like Top 5 list of dream jobs, if you will. Travelling, was always number one on my list of things to do.

Long before teaching popped up on my radar, I had bought a book entitled "How to Work Your Way Around the World". I carried this Bible around with me for months, dreaming of all the different ways I was going to fulfill my ambitions. My first hurdle was going to be working in hostels around Europe, followed by grape and olive picking throughout Italy, Greece and Turkey. For some crazy reason, however, I believed that I needed to save up a wad of cash to help me get on my way and these dreams soon gave way to cold, hard reality. When I got my first English teaching job in China, I discovered the foolishness of youth. I left England with nothing, but a plane ticket and the promise of an advance from my school to help me settle in.

Teaching English has enabled me to travel to some great places I otherwise wouldn't have thought about visiting such as Central Asia as well as learning languages as diverse as Chinese and Russian. Ironically, last weekend also brought everything full circle as I went to a small village to visit some Turkish friends. They own a load of land upon which they grow olive trees, so I was able to carry out a long-forgotten plan all along. Luckily for me, I think I made the right choice becoming a teacher instead. Dealing with sixty-odd primary school students in China is much more preferable than the back-breaking work in a field. Either way, it just goes to show you should never rule anything out.