48 Hours in Istanbul

Well.

All I can say is if you have only 48 hours to spend in Istanbul, this is one nice way to do it. Hosted, wined, dined and entertained, not to mention meeting the most amazing people and getting to talk global health and politics. If only Mr TBTAM could have come along…

Day 1

My driver takes me on a brief tour (see previous post for more photos). From our conversation, it is clear that Istanbul is thriving. He and his family emigrated here from West Germany for work, as did most of his friends and fellow workers.

Istanbul is an intriguing mix of the new and the ancient, and mosques are everywhere. I only wish I could have seen more. But, this was a trip for business and not pleasure, so on to business…

That evening, after I had spend several hours working on my presentation, I meet my fellow conference speakers, most of whom hail from the European Society for Arts and Sciences, and from places such as Zagreb, Greece, Spain, Turkey and Qatar. We are all taken on a boat ride on the Bosphorus to a private mansion home on the Istanbul’s Asian side

where our hostess presented us with a wonderful dinner and a tour of her home’s 18th century Turkish Bath and Ottoman art collection. We were also entertained with traditional Turkish music and dancing of the whirling dervish.

There were TV cameras there, giving me a hint that this group hosting us was not an unimportant one in Turkey…

Coming back to my hotel room at the Conrad Hilton, I opened the bag of gifts from our hostess, and found a large sachet of lavender for my pillow, along with a beautiful painted plate and other mementos of Turkey. The hotel has turned down my bed, and left the slippers on the floor thus. (Can anyone tell me why they do this with the slippers?)

Day 2

Next day was the conference of the Turkish Business Women’s Association (TIKAD), held at a the restored Ciragan Palace on the Bosphorus. The Palace, once home to Sultans, was destroyed by a fire in 1910 and restored a decade ago to serve as a hotel and conference center.

The conference itself was extremely interesting, and focused on issues related to maternal health worldwide. I met some amazing amazing individuals who are personally working to reduce maternal and infant mortality in Turkey and the rest of the developing world.

The highlight of the conference was a visit from the Turkish Prime Minister Recep Tayyip Erdogan (that’s him above, and below with his wife and Bosnian artist Mersad Berber, whose work was on display at the conference).

Despite the recent threats of military action in northern Iraq, the Prime Minister repeatedly spoke the language of peace. Call me naive, but I found him believable. He stated his disappointment that Turkey, having one foot in the West and the other in the East, was not tapped to play mediator before we went into Iraq. He spoke of his commitment to continued improvement of Turkey’s infrastructure and the goal of a modern Turkey with membership in the EU.

I wish Erdogan had stayed to hear Denis Aribogan, the president of Bahçeşehir University, speak passionately about terrorism in the modern age. Aribogen argued persuasively that terrorism is a modern political construct that paints opposing parties as bogeymen, and uses the media to instill fear in the populace, ultimately leading to military solutions that kill more people than terrorism itself. Aribogen told me that she is speaking at the U of Virginia in March, and I encourage you to go hear her if you can.

The conference closed with another lovely dinner and a private concert by a prominent Turkish pianist and composer.

What about the food?

Of course, no post would be complete if I did not mention the food. What can I say? It was so varied, so delicious, so beautifully presented. Mr TBTAM, you will be happy to learn that I even found an eggplant dish to love – Mashed Aubergines. (Recipe to follow in another post.)

Postscript

Unfortunately, I am now forced to mention the rather bad case of gastroenteritis which presented itself to me on the plane ride home, which I am still battling today, and which I think nicely sums up my experience of modern Turkey.

Because you can better the economy, build skyscrapers, modernize the roads, grow the workforce, expand the Internet and hold glorious conferences in beautiful restored palaces.

But unfortunately, you still can’t drink the water.

5 Responses to 48 Hours in Istanbul

  1. I think with the slippers, they do that so you don’t have to step on the carpet with bare feet. Good idea! I am so grossed out by hotel floors … even in nice establishments. You can never tell what’s lurking (hence your stomach ailment?).

  2. I’m so glad you got your passport troubles worked out earlier this year. You would have missed two lovely trips, and so would we. Thanks for the pictures. So sorry about your stomach.

  3. Sounds like this was a great trip. Hope you had Cipro with you for the gastroenteritis….you know me, can’t pass up a good plug for pharmaceuticals!

    The Turkish Prime Minister is supposedly a very intriguing guy. Keep in mind that he is trying to get into the EU, so he will take every forum he can to express Turkey’s value to the EU and world. And, if you recall, Turkey did play quite a bit of a roll at the begining of the war by vacilating on whether or not to allow the US to use the military base in Turkey for the invasion.

    The architecture is great though, and it must be an interesting city considering the mosques as well as the center for the Eastern Orthodox Catholics as well…

    Glad you had a good time, and the food looks GREAT!!

  4. Schrugglin –

    Actually, I had some Levaquin lying around so I used that.

    I thought about waiting a day or so before starting, but since I had already cancelled one session of office hours (having gotten the nurses to give me an IV so I could keep hydrated through the mroning), I decided to take the drugs. Despite this, I still had to take another full day off work, and only today (3 days later) am I getting back to normal.

    Thanks for the good wishes.

    How’s the hot tub?

  5. The hot tub has been glorious until last weekend when the heavy rains overflowed into the lanscaping hot tub, which overflowed into the pool, which overflowed into the basement. To quote your nephew, “…there’s water in the basum…”

    Gearing up to close it for the season – one of the good side effects of global warming I suppose!

    Glad you had the antibiotics. Don’t ya just love fluoroquinilones?

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