Thursday, September 20, 2012

A Blue Day at Sea

John, Bruce, Lanny, and Jay sporting their blues
Our fifth day was a day at sea, which meant that we would spend the day relaxing. Unfortunately, someone must have put a curse on me because I completely lost my voice. I cannot remember ever being without it, but after a visit from the ship's nurse resulting in a week's worth of antibiotics, I headed to the pool for a day of reading and relaxation. Today's agenda: Breakfast, Nurse, Pool, Lunch, Pool, Deep Blue Sea Party, Dinner, Amy and Freddie, Bed.

By the end of the day, I could not even whisper, so I skipped the evening's underwear party and hit the sack around 11:00 hoping to awaken with my voice rested and ready for a day sarcastic, wry humor... 


Dave, Jay, Lanny, and John



John B and his blue balls - very clever


Jay, Dave, Bob




Alan


Dancing Ryan

The Crew: Lanny, Glenn, Jay, John, and Bruce

Wednesday, September 19, 2012

DISCO PARTY!


Who's Ready to Party?
John and Jay Have Disco Attitude

My dear friend and fellow blogger, Cathy introduced me to the idea of "No Words Wednesday." In the spirit of this idea, today's blog is simply devoted to pictures of the Disco Tea Dance following our busy day in Kusadasi. 
Enjoy!


Andy Warhol is ready to party!
                                                                                       

Time to Get Physical

Two Johns are Ready
Jay, Glenn, and Bob Fueling Up!
Dance your cares away!
Each and Every Day!
                         




Tuesday, September 18, 2012

Kusadasi: Virgin Ruins, Blinged, Fed, and Bathed

Several friends and family members have told me that Turkey is a destination I should add to my list of countries to visit. On top of those recommendations, a few of the passengers on board had started this trip by spending a few days in Istanbul. They all said that it is quite an amazing city and that they had a blast. So, I was eagerly looking forward to our stop in Kusadasi.

Because of the expected heat, we had an early 7:30 AM departure time. The tour guides hustled the hungover party zombies onto our buses and we headed out of the city into the countryside. We lucked out with our tour guide, Oz, whose enthusiasm was infectious. He showed great pride in his country and was eager to share his knowledge about the history of Kusadasi, the discovery of the Virgin Mary’s home, and the ancient Roman city of Ephesus.

First stop, the Virgin’s home. I admit I was a little disappointed to learn that it is unknown if this is the historical home of the Virgin Mary. From the official website

"The modern history of the Virgin Mary's House is unusual. It was "discovered" in 1812 by a German nun, Sister Anne Catherine Emmerich, who never traveled away from her home. 

Sister Emmerich, an invalid confined to bed, awoke in a trance with the stigmata and visions that included the Virgin Mary and Apostle John traveling from Jerusalem to Ephesus. She described Mary's house in detail, which was recorded at her bedside by a writer named Brentano.

Emmerich described a rectangular stone house, which John had built for Mary. It had a fireplace and an apse and a round back wall. The room next to the apse was Mary's bedroom, which had a spring running into it."

The "alleged" home of the Virgin Mary near Ephesus
Regardless of whether this is the actual home in which the Virgin Mary spent her final years, it has become a pilgrimage site for both Christians and Muslims. As such, there is a reverential feeling about the place, not to mention the lovely gardens and views.

One of the more touching moments was coming upon the prayer wall, which was draped with pieces of cloth and paper onto which people had written prayers and wishes. I became a bit emotional upon seeing the sheer number of wishes attached. This sight touched even the more cynical people in our group – you know who you are….
Wish / Prayer Wall

Our next stop was down the hill in Ephesus. Our tour guide brought us in through the back entrance in order to avoid some of the traffic from another large ship that had also arrived this morning. I looked around me, and was just a bit underwhelmed by these ruins. It was more a tawdry collection of mismatched columns with a smallish amphitheater than the remains of one of the best preserved Roman cities.
The back entrance of Ephesus: Ho Hum....
Oz - Our tour guide
Some Columns - continued ho hum....
After a bit of orientation about the city, Oz took us around the corner and I was gobsmacked! It was easy to imagine the sheer magnificence of the city at its height. The main street was paved in marble with columns all along the street, which would have supported a wooden roof to shade pedestrians. Temples to gods, emperors, and governor lined the street. The history geek in me went nuts.

Main Street, Ephesus

Temple along the main street

Another temple with a carving of Medusa over the door
Half way down the street is the entrance to the terraced homes, which have been excavated and are in the process of being preserved. It would appear that life in Ephesus was actually rather nice. Of course, these were the homes of the rich and powerful, but nice nevertheless. I was particularly impressed by the mosaics on the floors that looked a bit like area rugs.

Mosaics in the terraced homes located just off main street
A Roman home: Note the wall paintings
Close up of the wall paintings (early Roman wall paper)

More floor mosaics: Looks like a hallway runner
I want this - it would look stunning on my concrete floor....
After the terraced homes, we hit the main attraction - the remains of the library and the main amphitheater. Superb!
The remains of the Ephesus library

Where in the world is Glenn?



Ephesus Amphitheater
Completely loaded on history, we settled back into our comfy air conditioned bus for the ride back to the port. Oz had one more "treat" for us – a visit to a Turkish rug outlet. There we learned the differences between silk, cotton, and wool rugs, about the industry, and that Turkish salesmen are among the most persistent on earth. My lord, used car salesmen have nothing on a carpet salesman.  
Bling!
Once out of the maze of carpet showrooms, we were on our own for a few hours. As Jay and I walked past a jewelry shop we were greeted by another smiling Turkish man, who was eager to show us his silver jewelry. Jay and I both declined, but the man was very persistent. Although we were not in the market for any bling, I bought a silver ring, John bought a ring for his mom, and Jay bought an exquisite necklace.

Lunch!
I am not sure if it was the merchandise, the salesmanship, or the freely flowing alcohol, but we were now suitably blinged out and hungry. We asked the jewelry shop owner if there was a good restaurant. He responded, “My cousin, he owns kebob shop. I take you there.”  Oh my goodness. Great food, great service, and free wifi. It was heavenly.

As we left the kebob shop, I asked the restaurant owner if there were any Turkish Baths near by. His response “My cousin, he works in Turkish bath. I take you” was music to my ears.  Jay headed back to the ship while John and I headed deeper into the city in search of a new experience. 

This it the place
The bath itself was a great experience. First you undress in a little cubicle and wrap yourself in a flimsy cloth - a bit like a tablecloth. Then you are escorted to the steam room for a nice relaxing sweat. After about 15 minutes, John and I did a bit of exploring until we found a hairy little man in a similar cloth who was assigned to bathe us. In a cool down room, he exfoliated my entire body, lathers me with a huge sponge, and poured buckets of water over my soapy body to rinse it clean. Once we were all sparkly, we were sent upstairs for an oil massage accompanied by a bit of singing.  Afterwards I was refreshed and relaxed. I think I would love having that done everyday. It was delightful. 

Exfoliated, lathered and oiled, we headed back to the ship to prepare for our Disco themed tea dance. After such a long day of touring and the upcoming evening of partying, I was looking forward to a day at sea to relax by the pool. 

Leaving the port of Kusadasi
Next stop: The Disco Party!

Thursday, September 13, 2012

Patmos: A Revelation (Pun Intended)



On board the Star Clipper in the Patmos harbor
We were not scheduled to arrive in Patmos until 1:00 PM Monday, so it was a great day for sleeping in and then relaxing over a mid-morning cup of coffee while reminiscing over last nights antics.  The lunch buffet was soon ready and we hungrily descended on a rather delightfully cooked roast sucking pig. The pork was tender, juicy and surprisingly free of fat. Of course we couldn’t resist the requisite jokes about checking the roles to discover which pig among the passengers may have been sacrificed for our benefit.  

Monastery view from harbor


The weather was a bit warmer than yesterday, but once again we were dazzled by the bluest skies imaginable. As we pulled into the Patmos harbor we could see the Monastery of St. John at the highest point of the island. Being a bit of a history geek, I was quite excited about today’s tour, which included the cave from which St John (think Gospel of) wrote the Book of Revelation as well as the Greek Orthodox monastery dedicated to him.  However, like their Spanish brothers, Greeks are also quite fond of the afternoon siesta, so we were on a rather tight schedule to squeeze in both the cave and the monastery before nap time


The entrance to the cave has been enclosed by a chapel
The cave was a bit tight for the 40 or so healthy guys crammed into it, but our tour guide did a great job of moving us along and explaining the significance of the locations. It was obvious from both the decorations and iconography that the cave was a place of reverence and pilgrimage. I do not recall much information about St. John from my rather tepid Methodist upbringing, but apparently there is quite an orthodox mythology surrounding the historical figure that includes his time as an apostle, his exile from Rome to Patmos when he was 90+ years old, the ordeals and suffering on this last journey, and his ascension into heaven upon his death.
The cave from in which St. John received his revelation
The screen of icons obscures the cracks in the wall from which St. John heard the revelation.

Monastery of St. John on Patmos
The cave is really quite small and a bit stuffy, so after a brief explanation and quick walk about, we all headed back to the bus for our visit to the monastery of St John, which is located on the highest point of the island, above the cave entrance.






The Star Clipper: View from the Monastery
The monks were not too happy that we arrived during their scheduled nap time, but they did keep the monastery open for our tour. The chapel within the monastery was really quite small, but the icons, art, silver and brass work were quite stunning. Like the cave before it, there was no air conditioning in the chapel and it started to get a bit moist as we all crowded into the small spaces. Our guide explained the symbolism of the art and the differences between the Orthodox and Catholic faiths. Unfortunately, cameras were not allowed in the sanctuary, but once the official tour was completed, we had time to walk around the monastery for pictures.

Monastery of St. John at Patmos



Merry Monks: Dave, Lanny, and Bruce

Following the tour we had a bit of time for shopping and a few beers by the harbor before heading back to the ship.
Boats: Both for sale
Although we were not really in a hurry to get back to the ship, there were cocktails waiting. And we all know that a cocktail waits for no man.

Next stop: Kusadasi, Turkey