Monthly Archives: March 2014

This song was reccomended by a friend and it is one of my favorite Turish songs. It’s kind of old but I love the video too much not to share. It has Desi clothing and accessories, what’s not to love about it? Enjoy!


Come, come, whoever you are. Wanderer, worshiper, lover of leaving. It doesn’t matter. Ours is not a caravan of despair. come, even if you have broken your vows a thousand times. Come, yet again, come, come. -Rumi


Last night we went to a Whirling Dervish ceremony.

Camels are not indigenous to Turkey. Yet here they were in the parking lot of the Goreme open air museum. I am guilty of riding these camels for the purpose of a Snapchat video to send to a friend, fulfilling his orientalist perceptions of Turkey. I thought I knew better but I seem to be mistake.

My guilt about playing role in providing a market for the cruel and misleading camel industry led to further investigate how camels found their way to Cappadocia, which does not have the ideal climate camels thrive in.

“Camels were first brought to Turkey during the Ottoman times and used as draft animals. According to my local source the camel population in Turkey was 25,000 in 1952. But with tractors and other farm technology the need for camels lessened so that today only about 2000 camels call Turkey home.” 

This incident reminded me of this article Erika assigned for us to read about how certain histories are constructed for the purpose of tourism. I’ve thought about that article a lot as reflected on my role in reinforcing Orientalist stereotypes of the ‘the Other.’ It also got me thinking about my role as a tourist and preserving the authenticity of the spaces I enter.

It’s strange how this minor incident with some camels in a parking a lot have caused me to deeply consider the type of traveling I wanted to be. For starters, I want to be maker a deeper effort into understand a space and some of its history before I enter it. Second, I don’t want do things just to cross them off a list which is how this whole camel thing started.