Monday, August 29, 2011

Of Ramadhan.

Selamat Hari Raya, Eid Mubarak to all muslims.
Syawal already dawned on us and Ramadhan has just left, which makes it the farthest thing from us. (orang kata benda paling jauh dengan kita ialah masa lalu)
I haven't really planned my Ramadhan.
I just knew that I may learn more about the holy book al-Quran but it still remain to be done.
However, I've found something, that I deemed valauable doing this Ramadhan.
You see, I don't live at my parents' ever since I went to high school (it has been a galloping 10 years)
Strange enough, I don't feel the need or longing to help around the house, not until last year.
Maybe it's because at my parents', housechores of 1 month is concentrated into 1 week, all the time.
But this Ramadhan I realized it, to be able to help oneself parents with the housekeeping is a way to collect your points that we fondly call pahala.
I'm not lucky enough to help all year round, so why not grab it when I'm home especially it's Ramadhan. (well, it's more to an excuse that I invented for my parens when they ask me to help around)


Well, here are excerpts from suratul Luqman

13. And (remember) when Luqman said to his son when he was advising him: "O my son! Join not in worship others with Allah. Verily! Joining others in worship with Allah is a great Zulm (wrong) indeed.

14. And We have enjoined on man (to be dutiful and good) to his parents. His mother bore him in weakness and hardship upon weakness and hardship, and his weaning is in two years give thanks to Me and to your parents, unto Me is the final destination.


Friday, August 26, 2011

Of Expectation

I hate to live under expectation.
I have enough on my plate with the deen.
I don't need anymore expectation from people.
Expectation hurts me, especially when I don't welcome it.
Stop making life miserable from me.

Saturday, August 20, 2011

Travelogue Turkey 2011 : Overnight Buses

We are students and student's budget ain't generous, so instead of hopping on planes to get to places in Turkey, we opted for buses. Particularly overnight buses.
Cut down on transport expenses.
Saved us from paying a night in the hotel too.
But rob us of a comfy morning ~ you wake up to no morning shower which is horrible because it's summer, not even a changing room but thanks to public toilet, at least you get to brush your teeth.
Still Turkish long distance buses rock and you'll find why in the next sentences.

We went on 3 buses.
Istanbul-Kayseri (Cappadocia)
Goreme (Cappadocia) - Denizli (Pamukkale)
Denizli (Pamukkale) - Istanbul
Each took averagely 10 hours.
My advice is, whatever you saw on the internet, book the ticket in advance.
I believed that ticket is always available, so we went with our bags quite sure to get 2 tickets to Cappadocia and to jump straight on the bus.
Surprise!
Metro bus sold out and the bus companies offices stretch from one end to the other end, spanning roughly a quarter kilometre (or that's how I felt it)
And to make matters even worst, only a number of companies have buses to Cappadocia.
With the help of some locals and what I thought an unreliable 'ulat tiket' (turned out he was not bad like his counterpart in Malaysia), we managed to get 2 tickets to Kayseri.
It was obvious that the company rarely host foreigner on their bus when we were the only non Turkish on the bus and people kept stealing glances.
So, moral of the story, book your ticket beforehand (no, not because people glance at you but because you might have to spend somemore on an unexpected at the hotel and even worse, on crushed hope )

A peep of Istanbul Otogar (European side)

Like our fellow newfound brother told me, Turkish long distance bus is the best.
"He is wearing a bowtie" he pointed out to our 'steward'. He was very excited at that.
On all three buses, there are in bus entertainment (even some flights lack IFE) and some refreshment served by the steward.
On Pamukkale bus en route to Istanbul, we even got cup ice cream in addition to the packed cakes and drink of your choice (tea, coffee, su aka mineral water, cola).
Drinks are served as frequently as every 2 hours, which may be inconvenient to light sleeper.
Me? Iam not a light sleeper and I quite miss my dose of Podebradka, so no complaint there as long as I can get some coke every now and then.
The downside is the crews speak limited english or no english at all.
But no worries, it's unlikely that you will miss your destination.
First, the driver ain't a reckless one.
They stopped at some RnR about thrice.
And traveller's destination is always at some big otogar (bus station) and they usually tell you when u r there.

So, here's my take on each bus that I went on.

Istanbul - Kayseri with Zaman Bus Company.
We were the only foreigner in this bus.
The toddler in front of us refuse to sit which is understandable since she maybe has only recently discovered the wonder of being able to walk on her two feet.
Her mother had to follow her up and down the bus aisle.
Like the other next 2 buses, this one comes with safey belt, except finding it is a tricky business and once I yanked it out, I'm sure that I'm the first one to use it since it's full of cobweb or whatever the name it is.



Goreme - Denizli. Suha bus company.
The worst of all three despite the recommendation from the internet.
We booked our ticket thru our hotel and we got to sit at the back of the bus, sandwiched between Turkish men.
Unkown man-my travelling companion-me-Turkish soldier off duty-his brother.
I dare not sleep.
At the back means directly above the engine and the crew didn't understand me despite my countless attempts to get him to lower down the temperature.
We got back a this crew by laughing at his video looking like Voldemort flying back and forth, serving passengers from Qibah's IBE
I sat at the center ~ no IBE but with the whole length of the aisle for me to stretch out my long legs.
Despite the seating arrangement and the temperature, I was better off than the man next to me.
The person in front of him fully reclined his seat the entire journey that I, a proud Penangite (full explanation), for a moment consider to brief the Turkish man about consumer's right.
But since Turkish-man-next-to-me is an army, I thought he can endure it well.
And the man in front of him, his youngest son is so adorable that I had to surpress the urge to take his picture.
Oh yes, after the light was out, I heard some sound followed by nice smell.
It was not a paranormal phenomenon. As it turned out, each time after the cups are taken away and the light is off, the Voldemort-like crew would spray the whole length of aisle with liquid freshener ~ maybe this is what that put the company as top 3 in traveller's forum.

In summer, you are likely to wake up on a bus to this scenery

Denizli - Istanbul. Pamukkale Bus Company.
The best of all 3.
First because we got ice cream and then the seat is really comfy and not forgetting IBE comes with touch screen (albeit rather unresponsive or response wrongly to the touch).
They also serve with the help of a collapsible trolley and they sanitize it everytime they use it and want to stow it away.

Long distance bus travel may be a lil bit tiring for some people but it's a good way to bond with Turkish and fellow travellers alike.
The bus is extremely reliable (I'm saying this as someone who have been on long distance buses in Malaysia and Central Europe).
The average price for an average of 10 hours journey is 55 Turkish Lira per person as of summer 2011.
Going on Turkish's long distance buses?
Book beforehand and enjoy your journey. =)



Saturday, August 6, 2011

Travelogue Turkey 2011 : This and That

One of the many things about summer travel that I like is the possibilities of meeting loads of other travellers, mostly those who live off their backpacks ~ read: recycled clothes, unshaved, and battered looking.
Given that u are travelling off the beaten path, you are most likely to share part of your trip with fellow travellers, which is, really entertaining.
Nobody asked me, or Qibah where we come from when we were in Istanbul ~ well, apart from the shopkeepers or waiters that made us want to hang a card saying "I'm from Malaysia"
Talking about the popular question "where are you from", I always answer alternately between Malaysia and Czech.
First, it is fun doing it.
Second, the conversation will somehow require me to explain once again that I hail from Malaysia and am a student, in Czech Republic.

A fellow traveller who travelled on the same nightbus to Pamukkale asked me a question never been asked to me before ~ do you study art?~ when he heard that I'm studying in Czech.
I almost topple backwards upon being asked the question.
Why?
Because I have no idea that I look like an art student(never, even in the just waken up state) and Cikgu Faezah of SOKSEK would have inquire herself if I really did perform in her art class for someone to ask such a question to me.

And there were also those retired gramps who was travelling on suitcases, which are not backpacks, obviously. I feel that they deserve a post on their own. Funny folks, they were. Made up for all those stressful, laughterless days of exam revision month I had just in a short 7 hour tour.

Being a hijabi prancing around places like Cappadocia, going up and down the hill, barked by 4 large, hairy, dark dogs (although, thankfully, were fastened), went on night buses might attract a considerable headturns but most of it, or all of it, turned out good. Believe me, most of the time, curiosity wins over hesitancy (provided that u don't wear that stay-clear-of-me expression)

And yes, for a hot, sticky and stuffy Istanbul (definitely not my fav place), I learned a bit of this and that, and had some good points to ponder too.
The Sultanahmet area is patronized by tourists coming from all crooks and nooks of planet earth, and also, streetsellers, coming from Turkey itself.
They sell sweating bottles of mineral water, some sort of sticky sweets, books, toys, fan, umbrella-cap and sweating bottles of mineral water.
You can't help but to want to avoid them and at the same time feeling pitiful for them.
I mean, these people are working in this sticky, hot, stuffy Sultanahmet under the scorching sun, going from person to person, trying to sell their goods, which mostly were met by 10 NO in a row (or perharps more than that), and headturns~the opposite way.
I expressed my concern to Leyla, the Just Ask Me that has maintained contact with us.
Her words washed off my feeling of guilty straightaway ~ that they may look pitiful and they can be really trying to earn some money but it's just not right that they are selling stuff at skyrocket price compared to the original price.

If anybody ask me whether I would return, the answer would be definitely yes.
I haven't had enough of Cappadocia and I am yet to check out Saffranbolu and Ephesus, and as for Istanbul, I would gladly skip that.