After over a month of digesting all the things I have experienced during Oriental Express, now is a good time to reflect.
Turkey is a complex country. You feel it from the moment you cross the border, and this feeling does not abandon you for as long as you are in the country. It is very multi-layered and multi-faceted, and all of these layers are interweaved and connected in a thousand different ways. On one end, it is a powerful modern military state and NATO’s 2nd strongest army (or so I’ve been told), on the other end it is a myriad of different ethnicities and nationalities each with their own history, needs and agendas. On one end it is the liberal, artsy, European and intellectual Istanbul, yet on the other end it is towns like Malatya, and all the problems at the eastern borders, and then the Kurds, and Syria, and Iran, and then Islam and the religious debate, and sexual debate, and how I was advised not to make certain jokes. It is a very complex country. And as such, it is extremely interesting to explore. Not just exploring the layers, but the billions of interactions between them is really fascinating. As a whole country, I do not think any other place can offer so much depth for discovery and comprehension.
The Turkish society is extremely diverse — much more diverse than it is in Armenia, or any other place I’ve seen for that matter. Even in America I do not feel as much diversity. In fact when the Americans talk about diversity, I would say they need to check into Turkey. To have such a giant spectrum of different philosophies, religions, educations, social standings, agendas and wealth — wow! It makes your head spin!
As such, it is absolutely impossible to not find what you are looking for in Turkey.
I want to stress the last paragraph, because many ask — what are the Turks like? I can not answer that question! Depends on the Turk, I guess! But mostly, they are just like you. You know, they laugh when a clumsy child is having a hard time climbing on his tricycle, and they turn their heads after a hot chick wearing high heels or a handsome man driving a nice Porsche, and of course they run out of their cars to help when they see a motorcyclist in an accident.
Was it difficult to travel in Turkey as an Armenian? This question should really be split into two.
Was it difficult to travel in Turkey? Yes, in many ways. Traveling in Turkey is not at all like traveling in Germany. You need to bargain the prices. You need to talk and communicate, sometimes with feelings. There are sometimes not enough instructions. Most things that really matter are subtle and hidden. People mostly won’t smile at you if they don’t like you, or if they don’t know you. Driving is difficult. Gasoline is fucking expensive. People are tempered.
And this is a good moment to answer the second part of the question — as an Armenian, none of that was really difficult! In fact, every single traveler I met on my trip was having a much harder time than myself! What aren’t we used to, as Armenians — sincere facial expressions? Tempered people? Bargaining? Lack of instructions? So I would say, it is sort of difficult to travel in Turkey, but much easier for an Armenian than for a Canadian. That for damn sure!
Do not get me wrong. The last thing I would wanna do is to stand in downtown Malatya on a minaret and yell that I am an Armenian. In fact, I have lied quite a few times about being American… of Armenian heritage. Felt safer that way, especially towards the beginning of the trip. But it never made any difference. I spoke Armenian on a phone video call on the busiest streets, spent two full days with two Armenian ladies roaming outside in Istanbul, and never ever had a hint of a problem.
Again, it was not a problem for me to be an Armenian in Turkey. Not when I chatted other young guys and girls at the bars. Not when I dealed with the policemen. Not when crossing the border. Not when I asked for directions. Never. In fact sometimes in Istanbul I felt like it was a “cool” and “classy” thing to be an Armenian. Surprising, yeah? A good friend of mine told me that he feels safer when there is no special attitude towards him — positive or negative — and I agree. I am not saying it is not special to be an Armenian in Turkey (although these days it is perhaps less special than it used to be 20 years ago). I am just saying it seems relatively safe. All that I had to do was to respect the people I talked to, and smile.
I did occasionally come across some nationalist talk, but on these occasions I decided not to reveal my ethnicity.
Was my journey a brave thing to do? To some extent, I felt that way towards the beginning. But towards the end, I realized that it took me much more bravery to walk around Tenderloin in San Francisco after midnight, or, for God’s sake, to jump with a parachute. That shit is scary!
I cannot finish a post about Turkey without writing about the hospitality. I have lived in a Caucasian country all my life and we are all big on embracing the Caucasian hospitality, or the Armenian hospitality. I have always been skeptical and cynical about it. In fact I could never quite understand what this hospitality thing is, until I experienced Turkey. You just simply have no idea.
Hospitality is getting the Coke free at the gas station only because you said “I’m really thirsty” when paying for it. It is two people you never met spending an entire day with you in forsaken Erzurum just so that you don’t feel lonely or lost. It is the hundreds of cups of tea I drunk when asking for a direction at a store. Hospitality is when you go to a barber to style your hair, and he splits his kebab in half, wraps the other half with his own hands in the remaining bread, and instructs that his apprentice gets fresh tomatoes from the store around the corner so that your kebab does not feel too “naked”. The most amazing thing is, it is not a special attitude towards an Armenian guest who is visiting. It is an attitude towards everyone — a guest, a neighbor, and a friend just walking by. We don’t have that. And Georgians don’t have that. We are focused on something else.
Turks are wonderful people. Just like all the other people in the world. Yes, just like all of us.
Will I go back? Absolutely! I missed the Mediterranean part of my journey because of the accident, and I am definitely riding back. Hopefully with friends, and a bigger motorcycle!
hey, loved your post! not because you praised turks a little (i’m not even ethnically turkish), but because your way of thinking on life and journeys. just send a mail and stay at my flat for a couple of days next time you visit istanbul!
Thanks so much, Hamshen!
If you ever happen to be in Yerevan, get in touch — it would be great to have dinner together!
I’d glad you finished the trip safely and without any incidents. Do I feel proud? Not exactly. It’s too easy to be cynical, so I won’t even get into it. But surely, I am relieved you had a good time and are brave enough to spread the word around. I think they call this “Contact Hypothesis” in sociology, the more contact, the less mysterious the other seems.
Thanks Hulya, and the Contact Hypothesis thing makes all the sense in this situation.
And hey, a little cynicism can make the world go round every now and then, eh!
My Armenian mother in law and friends went to Turkey and travelled all over. They still speak some Turkish themselves and like you found they were very welcome everywhere they went. Really enjoyed reading about your journey and look forward to hearing more tales about your travels.
Thanks Ann, there’s surely more to come, and while this one was specifically interesting because it was Turkey, I’m sure there are more exotic places out there to explore that could still be fun to read about. Thanks for following!
I am from Turkey and I read the entire journey during your travel (had seen the link on GlobalVoices) and came here every day excited to read the latest posts. I think the ease you felt as an Armenian compared to a Canadian etc. in Turkey is also present in your writings. I’ve read a lot of travel articles about Turkey but your posts were by far the most intriguing ones. Your honesty, interactions and dialogues with local people, observations and descriptions of things you experienced and your general style of writing on those posts were amazing in my opinion. If you ever think about writing more on this subject, like a book or something, I really think you should and I honestly think it could actually be popular in both Turkey, Armenia and even other places.
Also, as you probably know, Turkey has other “more developed” cities other than Istanbul. Thrace, the Aegean and Mediterranean coasts have lots of places I think you’ll like in a similar way you liked Istanbul.
Some of them:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Izmir
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Adana
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mersin
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Antalya
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alanya
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Turkish_Riviera
Wow Ayran, and yes — you were my local favorite drink!!
Thanks so much for following me, and instead of coming here every day to check for updates, you can simply subscribe to my blog using RSS or even your email address. Detailed instructions are here: http://www.onehellofaride.com/2009/08/of-subscriptions/
The books thing was recommended by a lot of people, but who would want to publish it, and more importantly, would I have more to tell than what I wrote here already? 🙂
Hi Areg! While surfing the web trying to kill some time, I somehow found myself on this page, and was so surprised/excited to hear that you traveled across Turkey this past summer! Like you, I am Armenian, but have lived my whole in America. And like you, I was also in Turkey this summer; I studied abroad in there at Bogazici University in Istanbul for two months, from June-August. I must say that your posts and pictures took me right back to that wonderful country, which, up until recently, was a place muddled by my personal biases and historical/political misconceptions. I chose to study abroad in Turkey because I attended private Armenian school in LA my whole life (a Tashnag school) and felt that Turkey would not only be fun, but that I would truly get something from the country, that I would really learn something. And I really did! I fell in love with Istanbul, the people, and the country as a whole. I couldn’t help but feel more at home in Turkey than I did in Armenia (my grandfather was born in Elazig/Kharpert, and my grandmother’s family is originally from Mersin). Being “Arevmdahay” made going to Turkey almost like homecoming, though I didn’t get a chance ot make it our to Eastern Turkey. I did go to Goreme like you, and also managed to make it to Izmir/Ephesus and Canakkale/Troy. It was probably one of the best experiences of my life (almost or even just as great as going to Armenia for the first time), and learned so much. I cant wait to go back. I’d love to keep in contact. [email protected] email me or find me on facebook!
Thanks Kyle!
I still feel more home in Armenia than elsewhere (Silicon Valley doesn’t count), but I certainly know what you mean. It’s a shame I couldn’t make it to Izmir, I’ve heard only great things about that city.
Expect a friend request on Facebook!
It is an Islamic thing, the hospitality that is. Being a guest is very much different from being a neighbor. Guest is sent from Allah I believe it is in Quran. But there is another thing as well: being a guest is not having freedom. you are completely dependent on your host.
Saying that Armenians lived not badly when they were considered guests but when they wanted to become neighbors on their own right we know what happened.
You might be right. I was only a guest. The experience was still marvelous.
Good description of the country turkey. I liked it very much.
Thanks Majid!
Hi Areg,
I-quite accidentally-I came across your blog, and I have been browsing through your every post about your trip in Turkey and enjoying every word you wrote for the last 2 hours. Thank you so much for sharing your experience in such an intriguing way. Please let me know next time when you are in Ankara; it would be great to meet and have lunch or dinner together!
Best.
Thanks much, Özgür — it’s inspiring to receive comments like yours. Absolutely looking forward to a dinner, someday.