Friday, October 10, 2014

Oct. 10, 2014. Sinop #1

The Black Sea has three harbors - July, August and Sinop.  So goes an ancient Mariner saying.

I walked around Sinop for 5 hours yesterday, Oct. 10, 2014.

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Sinop, Turkey

The best views from Sinop, Turkey's loveliest Black Sea resort town, are toward the south and the mainland, thanks to the city's peninsular perch. 



In the mornings, boats bob in the picturesque harbor near to where fishmongers call out to potential customers.

(The Tea Gardens are on the right side of the harbor)


It's a telling wake-up for this medieval city, which has always relied on the sea. An important trading port that's served the likes of the ancient Hittites through to the Ottomans, Sinop has become a fishing hub and an ideal jumping-off point for travelers seeking a summer-holiday alternative to the country's popular (and heavily touristed) Aegean and Mediterranean coasts.

The coastline of the Black Sea, or Karadeniz in Turkish, may have cooler water temperatures and cloudier skies, but the region's charm (like Maine's or Scotland's) lies in its craggy beauty, long history, and low-key, off-the-beaten-path vibe. Sinop's idyllic setting may outshine its ancient architecture – the city's been fortified for 4,000 years – but a walk along the crumbling city walls offers a panorama of both. 









Sinop's compact waterfront, lined with tea gardens, seafood restaurants, small hotels, and the requisite statue of Mustafa Kemal Atatürk, founder of modern Turkey, invites aimless strolling and menu perusing. 

What else is there to do? You might visit the old fortress prison, poke around some 13th-century mosques, peruse the charming model-ship souvenir stores – or just make like a Turk and park yourself along the water with a cup of tea.

(Ismet Ulgen, Model Boat Builder, who invited me to share tea with him)

(Cengiz Ozekes, Master Knife Craftsman, who also invited me to tea and who spoke fluent English)


From Sinop, a great road trip along the Black Sea coast beckons to the east, through bustling Samsun and the charming hamlets of Ünye, Ordu, and Giresun to the port city of Trabzon.

Oct 10, 2014. Sinop Photos

Tired tonight.  Walked about 4 or 5 miles today.  Now10:55 PM, just had some grilled sea bass for dinner, so just some pics tonight.  Will blog today's travel in the AM.  

But I did change rooms at Antik Otel and the wind has picked up considerably.  Surf is crashing loudly 50 feet below my balcony.....down by the unbrellas of yesterday's photo post.  Sunrise should be spectacular.




























Thursday, October 9, 2014

Oct. 9, 2014. Bus to Sinop

I walked 250 yards from the Trabzon pensiyon I stayed in the last 4 nights over to the bus station and booked the 9:30 departure bus for Sinop, a 9 hour bus ride.  It was a memorable sightseeing trip along the Turkish Black Sea Coast.  For about 5 hours the bus was within 50 yards of the Black Sea.

Asked for and received a window seat on the north, seaside side of the bus for the 300 mile trip.  The bus was modern - with TV screens in the seatbacks, movies, USB port, headphones and a plugin, A/C, reading light....just like an airplane seat. 

I just sat and listened to music all day on my earbuds.

Upon arrival at the Sinop bus station at 6:45 PM it was dark.  Not the first time I have arrived in an unvisited city, in the dark, with no room reservation.  Probably not the last.

Grabbed my bag and backpack and walked to the reservation window for the bus line I rode in on.  

You must start somewhere, I thought.  

There was a young Turk at the window, Orcun Gebitijrk.


"Speak English?"  

He replied in the affirmative, and the familiar dance steps that I love began. 

He spoke only a little English, but I still complimented him.  He was extremely helpful and at times used a Turkish/English translator app on his phone.  

I said, "I need pensiyon or otel."  I gestured "See water - and held my folded hands to the side of my head."  (Not sure if that sentence deserves quotation marks, but it helps me explain my actions.  Maybe sis Donna can correct my grammar).

To make what could easily be a longer story short, he searched Booking.com on his cell phone, then made a call.  They wanted 250 lira, more than I knew I should pay for what I wanted.  The next place he called was full.  I wrote "75 -125 lira" on a piece of paper.   He then made another phone call.  

""Yes, yes."  I then gave him my On Walkabout card with my name on it.  He spelled my name to the man on the other end of the call, and just like that I was booked.

He gave me his email address.


I next asked quizzically "Taxi?"

He walked me out to the taxi stand, gave the driver the name of the hotel and said to me "20 lira taxi to otel."

30 minutes after getting off the bus, I was safely in my hotel room, at the "Antik Otel" listening to the Black Sea rolling ashore just 75 feet from my bedroom window.

For 90 lira.


Turks are such great hosts.  Helpful.  Friendly.  Accepting.  Gracious.  Allies.  Members of NATO.  

I could easily return.  

This is why I Walkabout.






One of those umbrellas has my name on it tomorrow afternoon.



Oct. 9, 2014 In Sinop

A long day. 309 miles in a bus.

From the bus window.  Sinop is at the point on the horizon in the center of the pic.

Will edit this entry and write some, but right now, at 7:44 PM, I need to eat, cleanup, do some walking about and stretching.  The bus ride was like a flight across the Atlantic.  Same cramped seats, same screen in the headrest in the seat in front of you, etc.


I was only able to exit the bus at two stops today, for about 5 minutes each time.  

But, I am now shoreside on the Black Sea in the northernmost point in Turkey.  I can hear the sea crashing just 75 feet outside my hotel window.



Wednesday, October 8, 2014

Oct. 8, 2014 Photos Non Edibles























Oct. 9, 2014. Along The Black Sea Coast

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Extending from just east of İstanbul to the frontier with Georgia, the Black Sea region is a real anomaly, guaranteed to smash any stereotypes you may hold about Turkey. 


The combination of damp northerly and westerly winds, confronting an almost uninterrupted wall of mountains south of the shore, has created a relentlessly rainy and riotously green realm. It’s not unlike the northwest coasts of North America or Spain. The peaks force the clouds to disgorge themselves on the seaward side of the watershed, leaving central Anatolia beyond the passes in a permanent rain shadow. With the short summer season ensuring the area sees few package tourists or backpackers, most foreign visitors are either archeology groups or trekkers.

That said, when the semi-tropical heat sets in, in July and August, you’ll certainly want to swim. The sea here has its own peculiarities, just like the weather. Fed huge volumes of fresh water by the Don, Dnieper and Danube rivers to the north, it’s diminished not by evaporation but by strong currents through the Bosphorus and the Dardanelles. The resulting upper layer is of such low salinity that you could almost drink it, were it not for the pollution.

Starting north of Ankara as mere humps, the coastal ranges attain world-class grandeur by the time they reach the Georgian border. Until recently they made land access all but impossible, and provided refuge for a complex quilt of tribes and ethnic subgroups that still exist among the Hemşin valleys and the Kaçkar mountains. Even so, travelling largely consists of soaking up the atmosphere, with little need to worry about missing important sights. Apart from the old mercantile towns of Ünye and Giresun, there are no major attractions outside the ancient port city of Trabzon (Trebizond) with its nearby monastery of Sumela.

Although the region’s characterless central portion is dominated by the hulking port of Samsun, the coast west of the strikingly sited town of Sinop, towards the Byzantine/Genoese harbour of Amasra, is filled with attractive villages and deserted beaches. The lack of bus and dolmuş links spares the area from mass tourism.

Brief history

The ancient Greeks ventured onto the Black Sea, or as they called it, the Pontos Euxine, at the start of the first millennium BC. They fought with the local “barbarians” and occasionally, as in the semi-legendary tale of Jason and the Argonauts, got the better of them. Between the seventh and fourth centuries BC, the Aegean cities founded numerous colonies. These became the ancestors of virtually every modern Black Sea town, whose names as often as not are Turkifications of their ancient monikers. The region made its first brief appearance on the world stage when a local Pontic king, Mithridates IV Eupator, came close to expelling the Romans from Anatolia.

With the arrival of Christianity, relations between natives and imperial overlords hardly changed at all. Only the Byzantine urban centres by the sea became thoroughly Hellenized. The Byzantine defeat at Manzikert in 1071 (see The arrival of the Turks) initially meant little to the Black Sea, safe behind its wall of mountains; the fall of Constantinople to the Fourth Crusade in 1204 had far greater immediate effects, prompting the Black Sea’s second spell of historical prominence. For two and a half cultured (and ultimately decadent) centuries, the empire-in-exile of the Komnenos dynasty, centred on Trebizond (today’s Trabzon), exercised influence grossly disproportionate to its size.

After Manzikert, Turkish chieftains had begun to encroach on the coast, especially at the gap in the barrier ranges near Sinop and Samsun. The Trapezuntine dynasty even concluded alliances with them, doubtless to act as a counter to the power of the Genoese and Venetians who also set up shop hereabouts. Most of this factionalism came to an end under the Ottomans, though even they entrusted semi-autonomous administration of the Pontic foothills to feudal derebeys (“valley lords”) until early in the nineteenth century.

The equilibrium was upset when the Black Sea area entered the history books for the third time, as a theatre of war. Imperial Turkey and Russia clashed four times between 1828 and 1915, and the Tsarist regime gave aid and comfort to various regional separatist movements after 1877. Between 1918 and 1922, Greeks attempting to create a Pontic state fought with guerrillas loyal to Atatürk’s Nationalists. Following the victory of the Republic, the Greek merchant class was expelled, and the Black Sea experienced temporary economic disarray, verging on famine during the 1930s.

Most of the credit for the last few decades of recovery must go to the hamsis, as the locals are nicknamed (after the Black Sea anchovy formerly caught here in large numbers during winter). Enterprising, voluble and occasionally scandalous, they have set up mafias in the shipping, property and construction industries throughout the country, much of which is funded by industrious hamsis overseas. The most visible sign of the post-Soviet era, since Turkey’s eastern border opened up in the early 1990s, is a new coastal road and a further bout of urbanization.

The Black Sea region looks set to receive a further boost, with the state-run Turkish Petroleum Corporation joining with Shell in 2011 to develop vast beds of oil and gas reserves that apparently lie in waiting offshore.

Oct. 9, 2014 Trabzon to Sinop by Bus

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Medieval Sinop is a walled city perched on a promontory overlooking the dark, chill waters of the Black Sea.


Founded by colonists from the Aegean port of Miletus in the 800s BC, Sinop (pop. 38,000) became a major port because of its fine natural harbor. Today it's still a port, and the capital of the province of the same name.

Besides its medieval city walls, Sinop offers the Alaettin Mosque (1267) and its medrese (seminary); the ruined Balatlar Kilisesi, a Roman temple converted into a Byzantine church; and the Cezayirli Ali Pasha Mosque (1297).

A few remains of an ancient Temple of Serapis stand beside the Sinop Museum.

On November 30, 1853, the Imperial Russian Navy crossed the Black Sea to Sinop, attacked the Ottoman fleet which was in port there, and utterly destroyed it. The Russian bombardment went on long past when it was clear the Ottomans were defeated, killing many Ottoman sailors who were no longer combatants.

The "massacre of Sinope" was one of the events precipitating the Crimean War (1853-1854) in which Great Britain and France fought with the Ottoman Empire against the Russian Empire.

By the harbor in Sinop you'll see a small monument built to commemorate the deaths of the Ottoman sailors, paid for with the coins collected from the pockets of the fallen.

Sinop has a few beaches, though the Black Sea water is chilly except on the hottest days.

Diogenes (c. 412-323 BC), the Cynic philosopher who carried around a lantern "looking for a good man" (and not finding one), was born in Sinop. He later moved to Athens, where he sought to live the simplest life possible, even throwing away his only possession—his drinking cup—when he realized he could drink from his cupped hands.

Alexander the Great met the famous philosopher and wanted to reward him:

"What can I do for you?" the emperor asked.

"Stand aside. You're blocking my sunlight," Diogenes replied.

Sinope, daughter of the river god Asopus, outwitted Zeus. He wanted to marry her, and promised she could have "anything she wanted." She requested eternal virginity, and Zeus, outwitted, allowed her to enjoy it here on this promontory—or so the legend says—giving the town its name.

—by Tom Brosnahan