Hubble bubble, barter trouble
The entrepreneurial intensity of Istanbul’s Grand Bazaar is, in equal measures, arresting, elating and exhausting. Sucked into a labyrinthine underworld, an unstoppable undercurrent sweeps you along snaky, constricting alleyways lined with over 4,000 merchants competing for your eye.
Opening prices are absurd, and if you let your guard down for even a moment, you’ll be fleeced. The trick is never to show interest in any wares: even if you see something you know you can’t leave without, be indifferent and offer a fifth of the asking price. The next price the trader utters, whistle while raising your eyebrows and walk away. You can bet your bottom lira he’ll be right behind you, buckling.
And when you’re asked where you’re from and what you do – which you will be – opt for something like a teacher from Japan (ie underpaid and speaks one of the few languages they don’t) to minimise the cheat and the chat.
The ultimate wind-down from an afternoon’s heavy-duty haggling is a hookah or ‘hubbly-bubbly’. Turks have been smoking what they call ‘narghile’ since the 17th century, and if you want an authentic rather than touristy experience, the place to go is Erenler Çay Bahçesi* just a few blocks from the Grand Bazaar. Set in a leafy courtyard, it’s packed with students from Istanbul University smoking their pipes and talking politics. Even for non-smokers, inhaling the apple-cured tobacco is a pleasurable thing to try once. And if you’re feeling fearless in general that day, go the distance and have a traditional Turkish coffee – about the equivalent of a quadruple espresso, you may be sleepless in Istanbul for some time.
* Address: Yeniçeriler Caddesi 36/28, Çemberlita?


