Blogs from Diyarbakir, Southeastern Anatolia, Turkey, Middle East


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kimnjeff
September 18th 2011

After breakfast back down beside the Tigris, we loaded up the trusty Fiat and hit the road again. After passing through the town of Batman (had to stop and take a photo of the sign), we continued on to the city of Diyarbakır. This place has a bit of a tough reputation, as the centre of the Kurdish resistance, and there have been riots and uprisings there from time to time. No sign of that today though. As usual, we made our way to the old part of the city, which is invariably the most interesting part. Diyarbakır has very impressive city walls, built of basalt and in fairly good condition. We parked the car and were pleased when Omer said he would accompany us today. Eva who we had met on the homestay had returned ... read more




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goatsontheroad
July 9th 2011

June 18 to June 21 After our amazing experiences in Urfa and Harran we set out on a convoluted journey to Mt. Nemrut. It took us 4 sweltering hot buses to get to our hotel near the summit and luckily at 2150 meters above sea level the relentless heat cooled off a bit and we were able to stop sweating. Right away when we got to our hotel we put our bags in our room and caught a ride to the start of the trail where we hiked a short 30 minutes to the summit. The views from atop Mt.Nemrut were breathtaking and the rocky mountains and river cut valleys were spectacular. But the real star of the show, and perhaps some of the most recognisable sights in Turkey, were the massive, 2 thousand year old ... read more




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turkishraf
September 29th 2010

It is time to leave South Eastern Turkey and go to South East asia. But even that takes time, and takes me to some of Turkey's most hospitable people; who just happen to be Kurds. I arrive in Diyarbakir on Sunday. It is quiet. Not a plane to be seen. It is strange, more Turkish spoken is spoken here than in Mardin, I hear very little Kurdish. An ancient Renault 12 drops me at the Hotel Derya. The receptionist warns me “The terror has gone but the thieves are here- watch your stuff” “What a pain” I think. It is warm, I stroll down the main road towards the Mardin Kapi. I stop at a Grey and White stone Han. Then I find myself Walking around Diyarbakir in the midday sun, up onto the high ... read more




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Published: July 31st 2010Middle East » Turkey » Southeastern Anatolia » Diyarbakir
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lstarrsmith
July 3rd 2010

Waking up early is no longer a problem; thus it seems that a semblance of normalcy has been restored to this summer. The bus to the airport took a little over an hour, as we were slowed by the fact that our driver got a ticket for speeding AND using the apparently illegal far right lane on the highway. I say that we were slowed, but in truth we only lost a good five minutes, as it seems that in Turkey driving tickets only necessitate a quick exchange of paper and information -- it would be nice if this one thing held true back west. Nevertheless I arrived at the airport with only an hour to spare, and was thanklessly greeted by a monstrous Pegasus Airlines check-in line that screamed "you shall not leave this city". ... read more




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lovewhatis
March 28th 2009

Although I haven't written in about a month I have been working and playing like crazy. I believe the last time I wrote I was in Antep staying with 4 Muslim university students and getting a better picture of what life is like for religious women trying to lead a public life in this country so devoted to secularism. After spending almost a week with them I decided I wanted to skip all of the touristic sights and instead went straight to my friend's village in Mardin on the Syrian border. I spent a little over a week with a wonderful family getting to know what village life was like in the Kurdish region of Turkey. The family I stayed with consists of a matriarch and patriarch, their three daughters, one son, his wife and their ... read more






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TommyB
December 8th 2008

I decided to take the trip to South East Turkey during the Bayram holiday that precludes the end of Ramazan in the Muslim calendar, and was to be held from the 14th december to the 18th in 2008. I was currently studying in Turkiye at this time, but unlike my fellow Turkish students I was not going to be visiting family during the weeks celebrations, so i headed off on my own expedition. The trip started with me getting a 24 hour train journey from Turkey's capital city Ankara to the South Eastern Anatolian city of Diyabakir. The train left very early in the morning, and had started its journey in Istanbul the previous night. Very few passengers were boarding the train in Ankara and i noticed that it was pretty much alredy full with ... read more




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trabella
August 22nd 2008

I hadn't planned to visit the city of Diyarbakır but I'm glad that I did. Being the centre of Kurdish identity as it has the highest population of Kurds in the country, it felt like I was venturing into new territory. Even though you can't really tell if someone is Turkish or Kurdish the vibe in the air is definitely different. And they speak a different language. I'm now onto my 6th language in as many weeks and my brain is starting to slow down so I was happy enough just to learn how to say hello and thank you in Kurdish. The old walled city is only second in length to the Great Wall of China even though the walls are only 6km in length. It was great to be able to ascend the walls ... read more




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bedreddin
December 7th 2004

Greetings to my loyal following. The past few weeks have found me extremely lazy and/or too busy to sit down and blog. Now that I finally find time to do so I don't have any pictures with me (left them all in Istanbul), so this will be a boring blog without pictures (which means Beybora won't be reading it). Since I last blogged I have: Been to Cappadocia Cappadocia was awesome: Goreme, with deserted valleys full of phallic towers with houses and churches carved into them, trudging through knee-deep snow all day long, occassionally taking refuge in a cave (which, I may add, are surprisingly warm). Ihlara Valley, in striking contrast to the plain and barren surroundnig countryside, the walls of which are full of deserted monasteries with vandalized awe-inspiring frescoes and paintings. Those monks really ... read more









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