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The Bebek Road

The Bebek Road

Cedric H. Seager
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The reminiscences in The Bebek Road were composed in 1935. Bebek and Istanbul have changed dramatically since that time. The author, born in Turkey of British parents, became an American citizen at the start of World War II. He was the last of four generations of Seager family Cunard agents in Turkey, and a member of the closely knit British and American community centered in Bebek.


Northward seven miles from Istanbul is the village called Bebek. The swirling Bosphorus current bypasses here a tiny bay and you will miss the place unless you look for it. What catches the eye is the blunt promontory of the next village, a spectacle imposing enough to leave you breathless. Its heights are crowned by the Turkish fortress of Mahomet the Conqueror, a magnificent bastion built six hundred years ago to sound the death knell of Byzantium.


The headland, until you are almost upon it, appears to block the straits, turning it into a landlocked basin. Across the water a quarter of a mile Asia leans in upon the European shore. The Bosphorus winds serpentine between, and at this point makes a sharp bend before entering the broader reach that leads on to the Black Sea. There is room enough for two ships of more than average size to pass each other warily, but the passage is at all times hazardous. It becomes suicidal when the snows of Russia pile in on a wild gale, and is quite impossible under fog. From my bedroom window I have watched ships pay the penalty of carelessness. The cry of a wounded ship is a pitiful thing to hear. The shock of two ships in collision is a sight to make the blood run cold. There are many I've seen crawl bleating into our bay and Bebek has taken them to her bosom and comforted them.


Bebek is an old village, much older than its neighbor, Istanbul. For all I know, it may be the oldest village in the world. The Greeks say that Europa was carried off into parts unknown while playing in a meadow under our hill. The ox plunged with her into the sea and, landing in Asia, disappeared from mortal sight forever. Hence Bosphorus or ox ford. Jason certainly stopped in Bebek bay. He would have to wait here while the Black Sea storm abated. Nearly a thousand years before Mahomet the Conqueror was born, Darius camped his army in the place where our family’s garden is now a riot of weeds.
Language
English
Pages
17
Format
Kindle Edition
Release
September 30, 2013

The Bebek Road

Cedric H. Seager
0/5 ( ratings)
Read Download
The reminiscences in The Bebek Road were composed in 1935. Bebek and Istanbul have changed dramatically since that time. The author, born in Turkey of British parents, became an American citizen at the start of World War II. He was the last of four generations of Seager family Cunard agents in Turkey, and a member of the closely knit British and American community centered in Bebek.


Northward seven miles from Istanbul is the village called Bebek. The swirling Bosphorus current bypasses here a tiny bay and you will miss the place unless you look for it. What catches the eye is the blunt promontory of the next village, a spectacle imposing enough to leave you breathless. Its heights are crowned by the Turkish fortress of Mahomet the Conqueror, a magnificent bastion built six hundred years ago to sound the death knell of Byzantium.


The headland, until you are almost upon it, appears to block the straits, turning it into a landlocked basin. Across the water a quarter of a mile Asia leans in upon the European shore. The Bosphorus winds serpentine between, and at this point makes a sharp bend before entering the broader reach that leads on to the Black Sea. There is room enough for two ships of more than average size to pass each other warily, but the passage is at all times hazardous. It becomes suicidal when the snows of Russia pile in on a wild gale, and is quite impossible under fog. From my bedroom window I have watched ships pay the penalty of carelessness. The cry of a wounded ship is a pitiful thing to hear. The shock of two ships in collision is a sight to make the blood run cold. There are many I've seen crawl bleating into our bay and Bebek has taken them to her bosom and comforted them.


Bebek is an old village, much older than its neighbor, Istanbul. For all I know, it may be the oldest village in the world. The Greeks say that Europa was carried off into parts unknown while playing in a meadow under our hill. The ox plunged with her into the sea and, landing in Asia, disappeared from mortal sight forever. Hence Bosphorus or ox ford. Jason certainly stopped in Bebek bay. He would have to wait here while the Black Sea storm abated. Nearly a thousand years before Mahomet the Conqueror was born, Darius camped his army in the place where our family’s garden is now a riot of weeds.
Language
English
Pages
17
Format
Kindle Edition
Release
September 30, 2013

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