Sunday, October 16, 2016

The One, The Only - New York City

A lot of people have described Toronto as a sort of "Diet New York." I take offence to that because I feel like Toronto has its own vibe and so forth, but also because New York is incomparable. There is no other New York, there's just New York. It's an iconic city, there's really no other way to describe it. Bri and I went to visit some old pals there, Jon and Jaime, and they did their part to ensure that my previous statements carry some validity. I lived with Jon in Norway quite some time ago, so it was beautiful to reconnect, as it always is. I love the two of them, and I know Bri does as well. When hanging out together it's just as easy as a walk on the beach, it's just meant to be. 

I think of New York City as being one of those places that every person has to spend some time, as a sort of maturity process. I first visited this city many years ago with my family, and I was instantly enamoured. I remember the hustle and bustle of the city, and the streets packed with an endless stream of yellow cabs. It's funny how much has changed - now the hustle and bustle seems muted in a sense. That is undoubtedly because Istanbul is pure, unadulterated chaos, and I'm sort of addicted to it. New York City can try, but it can't compete with a city of twenty million people with rules that people make up on the fly. 

Let's get to the point, New York is New York and nothing else. It's a city that we as human beings can be proud of, and a city that we as human beings need to preserve. It is, in many senses, the epicentre of everything. Thus, I present you a little photo commemoration of my time there.

Wednesday, October 5, 2016

Canoeing Through Algonquin Provincial Park

Being away most of the year in Istanbul, it's easy to forget all that Canada offers. Especially since I grew up in Ontario, I recognized that there was much I grew up with and didn't necessarily appreciate in the past. What I had seen before, years ago, failed to have the same impact that I felt this summer.

In this video, seven of us covered some serious ground in gorgeous Algonquin Provincial Park. It was raining throughout (hence the song I play in the background), but we seriously enjoyed it. Not to mention, we created some priceless inside jokes along the way, such as "praise tarp."

If you've got a moment, check it out!

Tuesday, August 9, 2016

Toronto's Newest Mural is a Game Changer

Watching the resurgence or rise of an area or neighbourhood can often be a slow, painstaking process, but there are certainly ways to jumpstart that growth. One way, as you can imagine, would be to have a prolific and famed artist paint an eight story mural on the side of a prominent building. The area around St.Clair and Yonge is pleasant and attractive, albeit a bit sterile, but perhaps this will be the catalyst for change, the sign that this area is looking to change its image...and fast.

You can't miss it, the artist Phlegm made sure of that. You may be thinking, initially, what kind of a name is Phlegm? Well notes that, "The name Phlegm came from one of the four bodily humours in ancient Greek medicine; blood, yellow, bile, black bile, and phlegm. Phlegm was believed to be responsible for an apathetic and unemotional temperament." As it relates to street art then, I suppose we can imagine that he's uninterested in the response, but more interested in the piece of art itself. Or, perhaps he's just being deeply ironic. You can check out the formation of his art and this piece in particular at @phlegm_art on Instagram, and decide for yourself.

Phlegm, an artist originally from the UK, was lured to Toronto by the STEPS Initative, which is an organization that aims to use art to establish more vibrant and connected communities. As far as I understand, this is the first big name international artists that they've worked with, but I'm sure it won't be that last.

What makes this particular piece so striking is the way in which it appears from afar to be one body or organism, but when you get closer you realize that it's made up a variety of different neighbourhoods and Toronto landmarks. I was an English major, so I'll go ahead and analyze this and suggest that Phlegm and STEPS are implying that, while Toronto may appear to be a collection of separate entities, it's actually a functioning whole - an organism that relies on all parts of itself to thrive. If you look closely you can see the CN Tower, Old City Hall, the Flatiron Building, the ROM, the Canada Life Building and many more Toronto landmarks.

This is a piece of art made for Toronto that changes Toronto. It makes the St.Clair and Yonge area relevant again, at least to the average youthful art enthusiast. While I was there shooting some photos I saw at least a dozen people stop to take notice, and that's not always the case with new art in Toronto. It's a game changer because it's a sign that we're a city that can be a canvas for international artists, while at the same time, allowing that canvas to reflect the heart of our own city.

Wednesday, July 27, 2016

Roaming Around Matka Canyon (Skopje, Macedonia)

Skopje isn't a city that will necessarily steal your heart, unless you're a big fan of Vegas and all things kitschy. It's full of wonderful people, and ample good food and beverage, but it's clear that the government is spending all its money to redesign the city as a giant grandiose homage to Alexander the Great and other famed historical Macedonian figures (and not all that tastefully.) It's important to commemorate your history, but not at the expense of your future. Almost everyone I spoke to, and we had the pleasure of being showed around by some great people, did not approve of the recent changes. We met up with a wonderful fellow named Vlad while we were there (thanks to our friends Andrei and Iva), and he was our tour guide and pal throughout our time there. I also got the feeling that he was none too impressed with all this money being spent on redecorating while the economy essentially fell apart and unemployment soared. I mean the new buildings and statues weren't terrible, but there was classical music playing out of the fountain below, and it was all a bit bizarre.

Luckily, you won't have to hear me rant about a city that I'm clearly unsure how I feel about. The place I'll be mentioning today, Matka Canyon, is a place I'm quite sure of how I feel about. It's not more than about a half an hour drive outside of the city, but Matka Canyon offers some serene beauty. This isn't lost on the Macedonian people as it's simply packed with people out there, but that makes perfect sense. Istanbul, I can tell you from personal experience, could use a natural sanctuary like this more than anything. Though, there is some pretty decent hiking not that far away, I shouldn't complain too much! I suppose it's just my frame of reference - I've spent large swaths of time in Istanbul, Seoul, and Toronto and these are cities where you can barely drive across a neighbourhood in 30 minutes. I'm quite sure that this enabled me to appreciate Matka even more, and Bri felt much the same.

When we arrived, there was an international kayaking competition in the works. Not a bad start to be sure.

The area originally served as a religious escape of sorts as the hillsides are peppered with old monasteries, cathedrals, and churches. Many of these sights of worship have been well restored throughout the years and look to be in good shape, despite being built as far back as the 14th century. More recently, Matka Canyon appears to have been developed to accommodate the demand of the Macedonian people to come and enjoy the natural setting. There are well built hiking trails, a man-made lake (Lake Matka, which is the oldest man-made lake in the country), and restaurants along the paths that serve delicious cuisine. The area, some 5000 hectares large, is the perfect place to spend a half or full day out of Skopje.

Being in Toronto at the moment, yet thinking more deeply about my experiences in Macedonia, it reminds me of the responsibility I feel that governments (both locally and nationally) have to look out for the welfare and happiness of their citizens - that is, after all, what they're elected to do. In Toronto, there's an abundance of parks and space for leisure, and in Macedonia they've clearly made some effort to look out for their people in creating and providing a space such as this. In Istanbul, there's really no emphasis on space for the people, as much as there is emphasis on land being sold to corporations and investors. It all just gets me thinking, how important nature and leisure is, as cities tend to get more "urbanized" by the day. Based on our experiences, I can only imagine that Matka will be enjoyed for millennia to come.

Thursday, June 16, 2016

Just a Photo (Istanbul, Turkey)

This won't be a long post because, occasionally, you can say all that you need to say without the establishment of a hardened, lengthy manifesto (though, I've certainly done that before when reflecting on life in Istanbul). If my blog is a suppository of my ideas, and I in turn decide the format, then I suppose anything goes. And so I'll follow the waves of morning caffeine softly encouraging me and put a little something together, regardless of this posts yet determined arrangement.

What I want to convey is this - as an expat resident of Istanbul, I feel as if I'm almost always swimming upstream against a current of warnings, worries, and bad news. That's not to suggest that it's not somewhat substantiated (it is), but, as far as the media is concerned, it is indeed the only side of the story. I find deep joy, intrigue, and comfort living in this city, and so when there are moments when I find myself in the eye of a proverbial media hurricane, I turn to my catalogue of photos to find solace in what I think of as the other side of the story. 

I take refuge in what I know to be true about the city because of the tangible evidence that I've personally collected.

Just last week, when another bombing occured in Istanbul, and I watched the front pages of the world's news sources light up (with the usual incorrigible ignorance), I turned to my photos again, and I found one that summed up so much for me. It was a photo I took surrounded by friends on a rooftop, and encapsulates why, for the foreseeable future, my feet are staying firmly planted here. It reminded me of what can happen here, the soft subtle moments that form my memories of the city that never make it to the BBC.

For me, it's amazing how much a picture can convey...

Wednesday, June 15, 2016

Speaking About the Silent City (Mdina, Malta)

I think when it comes to travel writing in general, it can be rather easy to write nothing more than pieced together cliches, sprinkled with some timely punctuation. That's likely due to the fact that you can make these blanket statements about particular sights that have a good chance of ringing true for all sights. My two favourites, which I see all the time and I'm sure I've been guilty of at some point, are "it was a perfect mixture of old and new, history and modernity," and "I was transported back x number of years when I arrived there." Unless you're writing about a town that was founded yesterday, you're pretty safe with those two. I've found, more times than I can count, that modern travel writing can be just plain tiring to read, especially when you read a paragraph that says precisely nothing and applies to absolutely everywhere. Where am I going with this? Well, I'm writing about a place in which my "two favourite travel blanket statements" actually finally do apply. So here's my attempt to avert the temptation to use them.

Mdina in Malta is the sort of place that, if you were a Game of Thrones character or family, you'd be more than happy to settle and further fortify it. It's large, robust walls are nothing short of intimidating, which makes a lot of sense considering it served as the small island's capital city from antiquity until the turn of the medieval period. And, speaking of Game of Thrones, Mdina's city gates were actually filmed as the illustrious city gates of King's Landing early on in the development of the television series.

Most people would agree that visiting Mdina while on Malta is a must, and I tend to agree. It's unique, striking medieval façade is nearly unparalleled. Historically, the city was known as "The Silent City," as after the capital was relocated in the 16th century, it lost its prominence, and the liveliness of the city moved onwards to Valletta, likely with the money as well. Today, despite the tourist crowds, the name still rings very true, but this time in a positive way. Unlike in Valletta (which is still very pleasant and "quiet" by Istanbul standards to be sure), you can escape the crowds in the back alleys, which are completely void of people. It was a surreal experience to walk through the cramped streets and narrow passageways, and only hear the deep echo of our own footsteps.

If there were only high walls and little streets, it'd be awfully pleasant, but in all likelihood it wouldn't be worth a blogpost, or a strong consideration for a spot on the UNESCO World Heritage List. But, alas, I'm writing this blogpost, and it's currently on the tentative list to become a UNESCO sight. And so, what bridges the gap? (nice pun for a post on a fortified city, no?) It's the grandiose churches, the fine statues, the outdoor restaurants, and the purple flowers that climb up the walls like excited children. The view from the city isn't bad either, but it's the sum of the city's parts that really make it special. This could be misconstrued as one of those blanket travel writer comments, but I just have to say it in this case - there's just no other city like it.

I want to at least attempt to continue to avoid the travel writing cliches, so I'm not looking to make a concluding paragraph which suggests with certainly that town x is the most the special town on the planet. In truth, it's not, but it is worth mentioning that it is legitimately special. Mdina is a place you can get lost in, both voluntarily and involuntarily, though, thankfully, it's small enough to merely embrace your disorientation, focusing only on the soft, rhythmic sound of your footsteps.

Tuesday, June 7, 2016

My Appearance on Vancouver's Roundhouse Radio!

Hey everybody, 

I don't need to add too much writing to this because I was able to speak quite a bit on my segment this morning on Roundhouse Radio. Namely, I just want to share the link to the show! I'm proud that they sought me out earlier this week to chat with me because of this very blog! 

>>>Here it is folks<<<