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Day 2 – Cistern Analysis Day

Saturday 9 May 2026 – Warning! Long Post Alert!

The day kicked off with the usual holiday-starter activity: trying to make sense of the hotel breakfast buffet. This went off reasonably well, despite the lack of any form of Earl Grey tea; one can eat a decent breakfast here. So we were ready for the off at 0830 and our group convened and headed out to the bus, which was parked down near the restaurant where we had had dinner last night. Accordingly, we clambered on board and

immediately got stuck in traffic.  The traffic congestion on Istanbul’s main roads is quite something to behold. Our driver, Mostafa, stuck to his task, and eventually delivered us to Istanbul’s Archaeological Museum, which is in a central area on the city’s Golden Horn isthmus. All of the day’s attractions were in this area, so we bade Mostafa farewell until he would pick us up at the end of our peregrinations. 

 It’s immediately obvious that one is at the Archaeological Museum as soon as you walk through the gate.

Seçkin organised tickets and equipped us all with those earpiece receiver thingies that immediately mark one out as a tourist, and took us in to its inner compound,

where Jim and he gathered us round for a briefing.

I’m not greatly into either museum visits or archaeology, so I dare say that a lot of what he said shot over my head, but the basic idea would be that we would tour some of the galleries whilst Jim held forth about what we were looking at. The building, indeed the museum itself, came about because the Ottoman Sultan Abdülaziz, who ruled between 1861–1876 ordered one to be built after seeing and being impressed by archaeological museums across Europe which he visited in the summer of 1867.  The first curator and founder of the museum was Osman Hamdi Bey, a painter and archaeologist, and, building on his initial work in the late 19th century, the museum has a large collection of Turkish, Hellenistic and Roman artifacts, many gathered from the vast former territories of the Ottoman Empire.

We went in and both Jane and I took a lorra lorra pictures, many of which now puzzle me. We started off in the gallery which features several notable sarcophagi, including one which was prepared for Alexander the Great.

The carving on this huge sarcophagus is very detailed and ornate. One thing that interested me was the fact that it still had some of the original colouring on it.

There were several other notable sarcophagi there, also, as any fule kno, taken from the Ayaa necropolis of Sidon.

Sarcophagus of the mourning women

Lycian sarcophagus of Sidon

We went through galleries dedicated to Hellenic and Roman periods,

with Jim pointing out various arcane details that, I’m afraid, rather failed to excite me. A couple of things resonated, though. There was an exhibit of Emperor’s heads

among which was that of Diocletian, whose palace in Split, Croatia, we’d wandered around, courtesy of, as it happens, the other Peter Sommer trip we have taken part in, way back in 2018.

There was a statue of Hadrian, whose wall we hope to walk some time next year,

and a (probably fanciful) artist’s impression of what the Colosseum in Rome might have looked like before people started to use bits of it to build other buildings.

Another exhibit the museum is proud to possess is a snake’s head from the Serpentine Column erected in the Hippodrome of Constantinople, having been taken from its original location in Delphi.

By this stage I think we were all quite artefacted out and I certainly was glad for the opportunity to take a coffee break in the museum cafe. Hard by the cafe is a lapidarium, or a collection of old bits of stone, and Jane went to take some photos.

It includes, inter alia, a Medusa’s head.

She looks rather unimpressed, don’t you think?

Coffee stop over, we walked along the streets, trying not to get run over by the trams,

which apparently provide a great service, but which take up a lot of space on the roads. Unsurprisingly it’s a fairly tourist-heavy area.

We soon reached our next destination, which was the Basilica Cistern, the largest of several hundred ancient cisterns that lie beneath the city. Western usage associates the word cistern with toilets, but actually it’s a general term for any waterproof receptacle. This one was built by the Emperor Justinian in the early 6th century, to store water for the Topkapi Palace and other buildings in the city. Its name comes from the fact that above it was once a large public square where stood a huge basilica, and it was needed because Constantinople was not built on a river big enough to supply the city’s needs.  (The Romans, indeed, built a vast, 268km aqueduct to supply Constantinople with water from springs at Danımandere and Pınarca.)

It being subterranean, one descends into it, and it’s immediately apparent going down the steps that it’s going to be an impressive – though hopefully not an immersive – experience.

It is vast, and the noise of people milling about in it makes a significant impression.

The columns supporting the roof were apparently reused from other buildings. Whatever, they make for a very photogenic environment.

It’s very well curated, easy to get around, despite all the people taking fucking selfies,

and some modern artworks have been sprinkled around for variety.

It’s not just the columns that were reused, either; a couple of Medusa heads have found their way in to prop up some stonework, although they’re not in what you might call the normal orientation – apparently in an attempt to negate any turning-to-stony vibes they might still possess!

After our cistern visit, Jim led us past the cutely-named tourist bus service

towards Sultanahmet Square. We could see the looming presence of Hagia Sofia, sadly covered in scaffolding for a major refurb but still just about visitable (see later among these pages) 

and we passed the the Milion Stone (note: one “l”),

which is the post standing beside the tall construction. The tall thing was part of an Ottoman water tower, an important part of regulating water flow to various parts of the city. The post doesn’t look much, but it actually marked the start of the main street known as the Mese during the Byzantine era and, fundamentally, the point from which all distances from Constantinople were measured.

As he led us towards the square, Jim filled in some of the many, many gaps in my historical understanding of Rome and its empire. Constantinople is named for the Roman Emperor Constantine the Great, who ruled from AD 306 to 337, founded the city of Constantinople in the location which had been the Greek city of Byzantium, and made it the capital of the Empire, which it remained for over a millennium. At the time, though, the Roman Empire was in decline, having somewhat split into two parts, the Western and Eastern Empires, ruled by, respectively Maximian in the west and our old mate Diocletian in the east. Long story short (as I understand these things) Constantine emerged victorious in the civil war between these two factions and became the sole ruler of the Roman Empire in 324 AD. He also converted to Christianity, which influenced much of the subsequent development of the Empire.

Anyhoo, Sultanahmet Square.

It’s a large open space where the Constantinople Hippodrome once stood (not a theatre, but an actual racecourse for chariot races, and quite a large one, too – the largest outside Rome, apparently). In the distance in the photo above, you can see an obelisk.  It’s the Obelisk of Theodosius, the ancient Egyptian obelisk of Pharaoh Thutmose III, first erected during the 18th dynasty of Egypt. It was re-erected here in 390 AD in the Hippodrome of Constantinople by the Roman emperor Theodosius I.

One might think “seen one obelisk, seen ’em all”, but Jim gave us some interesting context to its construction.  Firstly, it’s mounted not on a stone base, but on four bronze blocks

They were put there during the re-erection of the obelisk and it seems that they act as a stabilising mechanism to dampen oscillations; there have been quakes which have destroyed buildings but left the obelisk standing. 

The obelisk’s plinth has four faces, each of which tells a story

Just a bit along the square is what remains of the Serpent Fountain, the sole remaining head of which we had seen in the archaeological museum.

This picture gives an idea of how much higher the present square ground level is than the original hippodrome surface.

After our walk around the square, it was lunchtime. Or, strictly speaking, nearly lunchtime, since we were ahead of schedule and the restaurant wasn’t quite ready for us yet. So we rested in the shade by the square. At one o’clock, we heard the Muslim call to prayer, from multiple sources. Hagia Sofia, once a church but now a mosque, was one; the Blue Mosque was another.

I found it amusing to think of the muezzin calls from these two sources as competing with each other in increasing franticness.

Nearby was a feature of Istanbul which I think is unique – a cat feeding machine.

People can put coins in and it dispense food intended for any passing cats, although a crow seemed to be seeking to muscle in on the action.  Istanbul is a very cat-friendly city, and there were cats wherever we went, this square being no exception.

We eventually made our way to lunch, which was in a street that featured a lot of eateries.

Ours was called Galeyan, and offered main course from the grill

as well as copious numbers of starters and a nice line in inflated bread (yes, I have a photo. No, you can’t see it).  

After lunch we visited a couple of mosques.  The first was Sokollu Mehmed Pasha Mosque, a 16th-century Ottoman mosque. Visiting it meant that the ladies in the group had to cover their hair. Not everyone had remembered to bring a scarf, so, well, who’d a thunk it, here’s a stall which will sell you a nice cheap scarf.

The walk to the mosque took us past a view of the Bosporus,

which was a remarkable sight – so many ships waiting for permission to proceed up the strait, which has a sophisticated traffic management system so that ships don’t crash into each other in the strong and rapid currents.

The Sokollu Mehmed mosque is a very decorative affair.  Seçkin took us through a lot of the detail about the tiling and ornamentation, but I’m afraid much of it passed me by. It’s an attractive space,

with some beautiful tiling work

After a short visit, we moved on to another mosque, called the “Little Hagia Sophia”

This was originally the Church of Saints Sergius and Bacchus, built in the 6th century and converted to mosque in the 16th century during the Ottoman Empire.

John Julius Norwich, a modern historian of the East Roman Empire, has written that the church “by the originality of its architecture and the sumptuousness of its carved decoration, ranks in Constantinople second only to St Sophia itself”, so it may not have the huge size of Hagia Sophia, but it has a significant presence.

Our next stop was a carpet shop. Well, actually, it was to see the cistern below the carpet shop. I wasn’t quite sure what to expect; actually the cistern itself wasn’t that big a deal.

What made it interesting were the exhibits set up inside, which had once featured in an event called Byzantium 1200 AD, a project aimed at creating computer reconstructions of the Byzantine monuments located in Istanbul, as of the year, erm,1200 AD. There’s an intriguing map

and a lot of focus on the Hippodrome, with a diagram showing how it might have looked

and, indeed, a model.

A detail on one of the diagrams showed what the central isle of the Hippodrome course might have looked like.

You can see the Theodosius obelisk. And close beside it

is how the Serpent Fountain might have appeared. This was a nice way of adding flesh to the bare bones of what we’d actually seen in Sultanahmet Square.

Our final visit was to eat dinner. En route there we passed a couple of shop windows which underlined the ubiquity of cats in Istanbul life

and, indeed, a cat, luxuriating in its status of favoured animal,

before arriving at our attractively wisteria-festooned restaurant, Giritli.

The meal followed the well-established Istanbul dining pattern – multiple starters before main course and dessert.  There were separate cold starter and hot starter courses, too! Jane and I dealt with this excess of food in the only way we knew, which was to eat the cold starters only and refuse all further food. Well, honesty compels me to tell you that Jane did have a dessert, but fundamentally this tactic meant that we stopped eating reasonably early and didn’t have the prospect of going to bed on a full stomach. The food we did have was delicious and all the others (not the entire group, but just the English quotient, as the Americans had departed earlier for a meal of their own) said that their food was lovely, too.

Mostafa came to take us back to the hotel, which seemed good in theory, but in practice fell foul of Istanbul’s traffic, quite possibly made worse by the fact that there was a high-profile footie match on, and the police had closed some roads around the stadium. The practical upshot was that we decided to get out and walk the final five minutes to the hotel as it would have taken Mostafa and our coach about half an hour.

We also decided to address the urgent lack of Earl Grey tea in our possession. Just down the road from the hotel there was a mini-mart and it actually stocked Earl Grey – Lipton’s rather than Twinings finest, but any port in a storm, you understand. 

And so to bed, after spending not a few minutes trying to work out the hotel room’s lighting system, which, for some reason, switched off the USB charging points if you turned off the “Do Not Disturb” light. So we had an undisturbed, fully USB-charged night in preparation for another action-packed morrow. This will be more bus-based so we can range further in search of Things To See; what we got up to will be revealed in good time – stay tuned!

 

Day 1 – getting there; a towering achievement

Friday 8 May 2026 – Happy 100th Birthday, Sir David!

Sir David Attenborough may have been overwhelmed by the (perfectly justified) outpouring of love, affection and respect on the day of his 100th birthday, but this was as nothing compared to the overwhelm we felt in the face of having to set an alarm clock for 0230 in the sodding morning in order to take an 0330 taxi ride to the sodding airport to catch a sodding 0605 flight. This is the earliest alarm call for a holiday travels in living memory and I fervently wish never to have to do it again. It was so early that even our taxi driver, Saeed, who regularly takes on the early morning shift for Woking Taxis, was grumbling. Being decent citizens, we got to the airport for 0400, two hours before our flight was due to take off, to discover that

they don’t open the sodding luggage belts until 0430. Not that having an extra half an hour in bed worrying about missing the alarm would have been any less unsatisfactory a start to the day; it’s just the sodding principal of the thing. 

The morning crew in Heathrow T5 did start the luggage reception process promptly, so we were well up in the line to hand over our bags, and accordingly

had to wait whilst they started up the sodding security process. It wasn’t a long wait, but it’s the principle of the thing.

We got through security pretty quickly. It would have been even quicker had not Jane’s backpack got flagged up for investigation. It turned out that she had the most suspicious of items in her hand luggage – a book! You know, real paper and that. The combination of outrage and dulled senses meant that we’d taken a seat and ordered coffee before we realised that we were, horror of horrors, in a Starbuck’s. Fortunately, our dulled senses prevented us from being further outraged by the coffee itself, and at least our departure gate was actually by the coffee stop, so there were some compensations.

The flight actually pulled back early and arrived before schedule in Istanbul. We managed, of course, to pick the passport queue with the most diligent, thorough and slow check of people’s paperwork, but the upside of this was that the wait for our bags at the carousel was minimal – once we’d found our way to the carousels, that is.  We discovered that Istanbul Airport is huge. It’s the larger of two international airports serving Istanbul (the other being Sabiha Gokcen), the largest privately-owned airport operation in the world, and the second busiest airport in Europe, behind Heathrow. Who knew? The practical upshot was a long walk to the passport desks, another long walk to the baggage hall and an utterly mind-bogglingly large arrivals duty free area. I reckon it’s bigger than any other duty-free retail area I’ve seen in Europe. And around this vast duty free area are at least two dozen carousels (ours was Belt 21) and – somewhere – an exit, although signs to it were noticeable more by their absence than their ubiquity.  I wondered if the idea is to trap foreigners in there forever, existing solely on duty free chocolate and booze and using the perfumes to overcome the inevitable bodily odour resulting from that diet.

We eventually found the (I think) only sign to the exit and thence to Gate 9 where a chap with a Peter Sommer board awaited us and the other couple from our flight, Jackie and Andrew, who were part of this junket. We were then whisked into the heart of Istanbul to our hotel.

Well, not quite.

Istanbul Airport is some 40km outside the city, and the whisking got us through probably 35 of them at a reasonable clip on motorway, before we got into the inevitable sprawl that surrounds what is the largest city in Europe

and then progress slowed rather dramatically.  It gave us the chance to take a couple of pictures of passing scenes, 

including one schoolboy giggle for me,

and, at one particularly slow point, I was able to start wondering philosophically about the influence of English language 

The white P in the blue square has clearly influenced the development of the Turkish language, in which I’m sure “Auto” and “Park” are not indigenous words. Architecturally, on the journey from the airport, we’d obviously noted the prevalence of mosques as being an important visual cue that we were bordering the Middle East, so seeing this building

was not something I’d expected, which just goes to show I should have paid more attention to the information provided by Peter Sommer, because it’s a significant landmark in Istanbul called the Galata Tower, it takes its name from the area of the city it’s in and our hotel was the Galata Hotel.

Unsurprisingly, our room was not ready for us when we arrived at the hotel, so we took ourselves off to its second-floor restaurant for lunch. It was not overly busy

and the Caesar Salad, whilst very welcome, was slightly divergent from what one might expect in a UK restaurant, but it passed the time until we could get into our room, which was comfortable but a little on the compact side. It’s nice and modern, though, with international plug sockets and multiple USB points around the room, which is something I’m in favour of.

Unsurprisingly, we were somewhat knackered by this point in the day, so we took the opportunity for a bit of a rest, but then our usual instinct clicked in and we decided that we needed to go for a walk. Obviously. Jane had spotted that the Galata Tower was (a) A Thing that tourists could visit and (b) only minutes away from the hotel, so we headed thither, to discover that we weren’t the only people with this idea.

We really weren’t.

Really, really not.

However, overriding my normal instinct on seeing a queue like this, which is to say “fuck it” and walk away, we realised that today was probably going to be our only opportunity to go up the tower, so we stuck with it.  I wandered off to take a few photos in the area whilst Jane guarded our spot in the queue.

On my return to the queue, we realised the first thing that we’d forgotten to pack – we had none of Twinings finest Earl Grey with us! Shock! Horror! What were we to do?

In the short term, the answer was “nothing”. We inched our way forwards for some 45 minutes until we got to the front, where a chap was on hand to make sure there was no trouble from people trying to push in.

Going up the tower is quite easy, as a lift takes one to the sixth floor, whence a couple of flights of stairs lead to the outside balcony which goes right round the tower. And the views are pretty spectacular.

One is directed to take the steps (rather than the lift) as the way down from the tower.  On the various levels there were things on display, such as a rather engaging model of the city

and a traditional Turkish vessel.

There was also an interactive sort of display/video game on the topic of the first recorded base jump from the tower. This was (reportedly) done by one Hezârfen Ahmed Çelebi, in 1632, who constructed a large wing and then flew across the Bosporus to land safely on the other side, aided by a south-westerly wind – thus predating the (scientifically verified) work of Otto Lilienthal, conventionally regarded as the first man to successful execute heavier-than-air flight. In theory, one can stand in front of a screen and do a Microsoft Flight Simulator with body and arm motion to steer, though it looked a little clunky when we watched.

Frankly, I think the story is bollocks. The altitude at the top of the tower is maybe 115m above sea level, and to create something in the 17th century that would glide 3,385m? I don’t think so. 

Some of the stairways down were OK for people up to about 5′ 9″, 

but a bit cramped for me, as I’m over 6′ tall. But we made it down successfully with no cranial contusions and made our way back to the hotel.

At 7pm we went down to the lobby to meet our guides, Professor Jim Crow and Seçkin Demirok, and our fellow travellers. Our group is 18 strong, and we chatted to Penelope and Chantelle whilst we waited for the others to come along and to get the initial briefing about our time in Istanbul. It took a little while, but eventually we had a few introductory words from Jim and Seçkin before we strolled out for some dinner. The route to our restaurant led past a lot of shuttered entrances, many of which had been decorated with painted figures, some well-known

and some less so.

The restaurant we went to, Mahkeme Lokantası, had a private room for us (confusingly accessed through a different front door), where we came face to face with what I suspect are typical realities of eating out in Istanbul – many, many starters with bread, followed at a leisurely pace by main course, then dessert and tea or coffee. It was around 8pm when we started eating, a time which is uncomfortably late for us, and especially bearing in mind that it was by this stage some 18 hours after we’d been roused from our slumbers. The food was lovely, but the quantities far too generous, and so Jane and I took our leave before the end of the meal to give us a chance to catch up with some much needed sleep.

Thus ended our first day. The morrow promises to be content-rich, with visits to mosques, museums, carpet shops and, excitingly, cisterns! Stay tuned to find out how that all went!

 

 

 

Christchurch: I – the city centre

Thursday 5 March 2026 – Guess what? The drive down to Christchurch from Kaikoura is quite scenic.

It’s reassuring to note that they take some precautions against falling boulders in places,

but then we were heading into a place with quite a record of geological instability.

We arrived in Christchurch in good time check in to our hotel, the very well-organised George. Whilst Jane settled in to our room, I went to hand back our hire car; the nice manager at Budget was good enough to waive the charge for the extra day we incurred through the mix-up back in Auckland. On the way back I got some milk in for the inevitable cups of Twinings finest Earl Grey and also discovered a significant characteristic of Christchurch – the street art,

which is sprinkled liberally throughout the city, quite often on walls surrounding car parks. There are a lot of car parks on the open spaces throughout Christchurch that arise courtesy, one suspects, of the massive earthquakes that devastated the city in September 2010 and, more tragically, in February 2011, more of which later. I also passed the Victoria Jubilee Clock

built in celebration of Queen Victoria’s jubilee in 1897 (and rebuilt in 1930, presumably after an earthquake in 1929). I also noted that they have problems with the English language here similar to the ones we have in England.

The hotel room carried a reminder of the earthquake, too.

Anyway, we had some time to ourselves, both during this afternoon and tomorrow morning. So we went for walks. Obviously. These are photographs from our peregrinations, not necessarily in the order in which we saw things.

Street Art

We took a lot of photos of the street art, because there’s a lot of street art. There are some huge installations across the city centre

and many, many smaller examples.

It seems that any space is game for being covered.

Other Art

As well as the murals, there are plenty of other installations around the city,  both old and new.

Architecture

Obviously, since much of the city was destroyed in 2010 and 2011, there are many, many new buildings. Accommodation has sprung up all over the city with an agenda to attract people back to living there.

One famous post-earthquake construction, a container mall (similar in concept to the Tin Town that sprang up after the Napier earthquake), has since been demolished, and replaced with a very modern shopping centre

and the city’s restored tramline runs a tourist hop-on, hop-off service through it and round the other sights of the central area.

The city itself feels a little….odd. I suppose the lack of skyscrapers (there’s unsurprisingly a moratorium on tall buildings except under exceptional circumstances) and the ubiquity of modern constructions have a bearing on this. It’s a very pleasant city to walk around in. Parts of it have been restored to their previous glory, like New Regent Street,

along which the tram runs.

There’s been plenty of construction of new buildings, of course. The river Avon runs through the city, giving it a pleasant, green, focus

(the statue in the river there is, yes, an Anthony Gormley).

This greenness is not normal, by the way. Apparently, by this time of the year, all of the green spaces have usually been burnt brown; but it’s been such a wet summer that the grass is still green. As we walked around, the weather was delightful – 25°C and sunshine – so Christchurch folk’s bad luck was our good fortune.

Some modern buildings are just Deloitteful

but all the time the spectre of such a recent upheaval (literal and figurative) hangs over the city.

There are also several handsome old buildings which were damaged in the earthquake and which haven’t been restored (yet, one hopes),

including this teacher training college, which is a very striking building.

There is a museum, Quake City, dedicated to the earthquake, which is a very intense education about the impact it had. One thing I hadn’t appreciated was the constant barrage of quakes that has hit the city since its inception. Since 1844 there have been over 20 earthquakes in the area – they’re almost routine. What marks the 2010/2011 earthquakes out is the timing: September 2010 was a larger upheaval (7.1), but it happened in the middle of the night when the city was quiet. The one that followed, in February 2011, was “only” 6.1 but it was in the middle of the day, many of the buildings were weakened from September and so foundered, and many lives were lost in the collapsing buildings. The devastation was huge and widespread, as shown in photographs in Quake City.

Some buildings survived,

Was a Church, is now a microbrewery!

and, particularly, wooden ones tended to be able to withstand the shaking.

But, of course, many didn’t, notably the cathedral and the basilica.

Political wrangling has put a stop to restoration work of this cathedral, which seems an outrage until one considers that there’s not enough taxpayer money to go around and there are many more important calls on what money there is than, frankly, restoring churches. In that context, it’s a bit strange to note that there was money to build a brand new sports stadium

(seating capacity 30,000 but without its own car parking) but not to construct a mass transit rail system which would go a long way to relieve the city’s chronic rush hour traffic gridlock. There’s clearly been a lot of building, many examples of which could possibly have been funded entirely from the private sector.

An example, though, of what can be done is shown by the Cardboard Cathedral, formally called the Transitional Cathedral of the city, which is a truly remarkable (a) building and (b) piece of thinking.

There really is a huge amount of cardboard in its construction.

In a move that should surprise no-one, the building regs were changed somewhat after the earthquake, and ever since, all buildings have to have a minimum 50 years of expected life; the cardboard cathedral is expected to last well over a century. We learned this from a conversation with a lovely chap called Richard Parker, a volunteer at the cathedral and also a man involved with the city’s building programmes.

The Cardboard Cathedral is quite an inspiring construction, both for what it represents – rebuilding after a major setback – and how it’s done – with vision and imagination. Our visit to it and to Quake City were probably the most significant segments of our wanderings around in this very pleasant city; and we weren’t quite done. We had our fourth and final meeting with old friends, and were able to explore a few other aspects of the place. I’ll detail them in the next entry.