It had been a long and exhausting week at school, so when Friday rolled around, I went home to pack my bag and nap a bit before boarding a travel bus at 11:30 PM for an all night trip to the ferries that would carry us to yet another adventure. Now one of my friends has joked that my adventures would eventually become a book, then a movie (we've already picked the actress who will play her character), but I never imagined I would be experiencing a Mama Mia kind of ride! We had Turks, Americans, Iranians, Canadians, Romanians, teachers, doctors, salesmen, caterers... and a few in between. A fantastic mix of people that routinely join our host Ibrahim and hostess Susan on near and far flung adventures and treks to interesting (and usually beautiful) sites in the area. I've blogged before on one such trip to Princes' Islands.
Ok.... so I remember learning about Helen of Troy and the infamous tussle over her love and the "Trojan Horse" that was used to retrieve her in trickery, but here we were, nearing dawn, and a replica of both the horse and the city of Troy was just outside of our bus because the ancient site of Troy is just down the road from the first ferry boarding. Of course, this was only a replica of the device, but I must say, at dawn after a night on a bus... it looked pretty impressive. (Yes that is a Fiat in the background on its nose... I have no idea why!) We ooohed and aaahed, and walked around the replica of Troy that is next to the horse, and we boarded a pre-dawn ferry... the first of two that we would take to our destination.
But now is NOT the time for weeping. We are landing at Bozcaada and the wine is waiting.
But first......... we will visit the fortress. Our wise guides have reasoned that we may wish to tour this impressive citadel prior to imbibing in the island's grape as there are some steep stairs and some dizzying heights and it may be best to navigate it with our faculties unimpaired.
Our host explains the sad and tragic tale of Poseidon's son.
I stumble by accident into a dark doorway, and enter a stunning room! I am taken aback by the antiquities which have been excavated and put on display. Again... no guard to ensure the safety of these treasures.... only trust that mankind will do the right thing and leave the room as it was found. I later learned that these urns may have been burial pots dating back to a time before the advent of Christ. The history of both the island and the fortress is quite complicated and twisted. The fortress itself was razed and rebuilt around 1455. It still stands, fairly unperturbed by the onslaught of time.
I find lots of little nooks and darkened rooms and can easily imagine lovers stealing a touch, a kiss, a caress while daily life goes on about the fortress. The walls echo with stories.
There is a cemetery in the center of the fortress
and we find tombstones of
Christian and Muslim side by side.
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