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Belgrad Forest – Istanbul’s Big Green Space

Belgrad Forest – Istanbul’s Big Green Space

After six weeks of living in Istanbul, the reality of its sprawl and 17 million people, started to feel ever so slightly claustrophobic.  The autumn rain didn’t help and the children were arguing. When the sun came out briefly, I decided to put the children and the dog, into the car and drive out to the Belgrad Forest.  Friends had said that it was only 15 minutes away, so I took them at their word and set the Yandex.  The Yandex took us somewhere near the Black Sea and down a dirt track, which definitely was not the Belgrad Forest, or any forest.  The Map app on my iPhone got us there eventually and I realised that it would have been better to put “Belgrad Ormani” rather than “Forest” into the phone from the outset.  As it turns out that my Turkish friends were right and Belgrad Forest is really close to the city, give or take a few dodgy GPS co-ordinates.

We did a walking trail through the woods, which was clearly marked with red flags.  We still managed to get lost, but luckily the dog was better at following the trail than we were, and she led us back to the car.  We were lucky to have a clever dog with us, especially as it was getting dark and we didn’t have water, snacks or warm coats.  I was worried about getting back to the car on time. My nervousness is probably just a combined hang-over from living in the UK, where there are strict park closing times and growing up in Africa, where things gobble you up if you wander around at dusk.  As we drove out of the park in the almost dark, we felt foreign and silly for thinking about closing times at all, because we saw families hiking and eating early suppers (or maybe very late lunches) near the kiosks in the vast picnic area.

I had not read up on the Belgrade Forest but I have now. It turns out there are a few wolves, wild boar and deer, but they are seldom seen.  The forest is 5300 hectares of oak, beech and chestnut trees. There are reservoirs and ancient aqueducts too.  After the conquest of Belgrade in 1521, deported Serbs were settled in the forest by the Sultan to guard and maintain the infrastructure which stored water for the city.

There is something for everyone: walking, running, biking, playgrounds and picnic spots (where you can hire a bbq for a small fee, if you don’t have your own.) There is an admission fee of 10TL and the forest is easily reached by car. Not quite so easy by taxi or public transport.

I fled to the park without a map, but  I would recommend trying to find out more about the park’s layout before you go (especially as maps are probably more reliable than even the cleverest of dogs).

You will want to return to the forest again and again. It swallows up naughty children (like all properly qualified forests should) and sends them home all magically well behaved with flushed cheeks. It also provides a happy escape from the madness of living with winter rain and metro queues.

How to Gatecrash an Armenian Wedding

How to Gatecrash an Armenian Wedding

So, I should make it clear that I never actually gatecrashed the wedding. It just felt like I did! I received an official invitation, but I miscalculated spectacularly. I knew that I had misjudged the whole thing, just the minute I walked into the church and saw the hats. The church was a hat ocean and I… was hatless. My outfit was smart and elegant, but it was definitely inferior. This became clear to me, when the sixth person mistook me for the event planner and asked me about the seating plan. I might have gotten away with the bland outfit, had it been the blandest in a series of outfits, which became more ornate as the evening progressed. I hadn’t realised that, as a close family member, I would need different ensembles for the reception and the church ceremony and the bit between the church and the reception, or maybe it was for the part after the reception…(Oh my gosh!, I think I may have messed up even after 1am, which means two days of misjudgement, instead of just one).
My husband failed to notice that I felt out of place. All hats apparently look the same to him, even the invisible hat that I was definitely not wearing. Luckily, my husband had bought the gift. There is a ranking system. I can’t explain it here, it is just too complicated, but just know that it exists and if you ever get invited to an Armenian wedding, pay close attention to gift giving protocol.
Everyone was very gracious and told me I looked lovely. Too bad I felt like Cinderella, but without the pumpkin coach to whisk me home. I wouldn’t have needed the coach anyway, as I could easily have just rolled down the street, after the all the pastries I ate. These people do their feasting, just as seriously as they do their hats and gifts. With hindsight, I wished I had worn a hat, as it would have been the only thing that still fitted me when the clock struck midnight.
My first Armenian wedding was spectacular. I loved it. I felt sad when we had to go home, but then my husband told me that the Christenings are even better. I am off to buy that hat!