Day 444 In Beijing: Hagia Sophia, Part 1.

 

A mosaic of Mary and Jesus.

A mosaic of Mary and Jesus.

This might take awhile.

So, I’m going to keep it short and sweet and let the pictures speak for themselves.

The Hagia Sofia is mind blowing.

There is no other way to describe it.

From the outside is it monumental and awe inspiring.

From the inside it compares to anything I’ve seen in my travels around this Earth.

I’m planning about four days of posts on the Hagia Sofia because there are so many pictures and a video or two.

For starters, the history of this museum is amazing.

It was build in 537 and was an orthodox church until 1453.

It was then a mosque from 1453 until 1931.

In 1935 it became a museum.

It was the focal point of the Eastern Orthodox Church for nearly 1,000 years.

The amazing dome has collapsed at least once and had to be rebuilt.

The other domes have also collapsed.

It has been ransacked and almost totally destroyed through the years but somehow survived.

It had many Christian mosaics on the walls that were then covered by the Muslims who took control of Istanbul.

Luckily, they didn’t destroy the mosaics, but instead, were plastered over and, therefore, saved to be renovated and shown as they are today.

It was a joy, and a wonder, to stand underneath the dome of the Hagia Sophia and just take in the history, the art work, and the power.

The best way to explain it is to click the wikipedia link and then look at my pictures.

 

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Day 423 in Beijing: World Park: Italy.

Are our hands going to be bitten off?

Are our hands going to be bitten off?

After France, we wandered over to Italy.

I know that countries are close by in Europe, but this was absurd.

It took about 100 feet, and one lawn, to get to Italy and check out the Vatican.

I’ve seen the real Vatican and this was not a bad representation if you ignore the fact that no one was there and there weren’t lines about a mile long to get inside of it.

After that we wanted to fix this strange tower that seemed to falling over.

What can I say, we are helpers!

So, Jill and Gulzar tried to fix it first but didn’t seem to have any luck.

I jumped in and I’m pretty sure I actually straightened it out and it is in much better shape than before I got there.

Jill and Gulzar didn’t agree but, as Ron Burgundy once said, “Agree to disagree!”

Next we went over to the famous Bocca della Vertia, which Gulzar immediately said, “Roman Holiday!”

It cracked me up that a movie, from so long ago, would be known and loved by someone from Xinjiang, who is Muslim, and has never been able to travel outside of China so far.

It says a lot about the power of Hollywood and movies.

Again, I’ve been to Rome and I’ve stuck my hand into the real Bocca della Verita, and it is a bit scary because you have no way to see inside of the mouth.

This one was pretty shallow and the hole wasn’t that deep so it wasn’t very scary but it was still fun.

The story is, if you don’t know it, is that if you tell a lie with your hand inside the mouth, it will get bitten off.

Jill and I decided to keep our mouths shut and not tempt fate.

 

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Day 382 in Beijing: Church Choir.

 

The Church Choir getting ready to sing.

The Church Choir getting ready to sing.

Jill’s friends from back in Nebraska, Kate and Mike, were in Beijing and we decided to meet up with them.

We hadn’t really been in this part of Beijing and got a bit lost trying to find their hotel.

That, in my humble opinion, is one of the joys of being an exptraite.

It is also, depending on where you are, one of the horrors.

Luckily, this was a good experience and nothing bad happened.

We actually ended up seeing something we never would have imagined in the middle of Beijing.

A huge Church with a choir practicing in front of it.

This was a weekend, at night, and so it wasn’t a normal church setting and it seemed all the of the crowd was enjoying it and a bit surprised also.

We ended up watching it for a few minutes and then met up with Jill’s friends after that.

Just another weird moment for us in Beijing.

It is sort of an every day experience at this point and makes it all worthwhile.

 

Day 251 in Beijing: Christ Church of Melaka.

The Christ Church of Melaka.

The Christ Church of Melaka.

Jill, Dipesh and I continued on our tour of Melaka and came across the famous Christ Church of Melaka.

It is the oldest functioning Protestant Church in Malaysia.

The Dutch conquered Melaka from the Portuguese in 1641 and turned the churches into Dutch Reform.

For the celebration of the centenary capture of Melaka, the Dutch built a new church which is the Christ Church of Melaka.

In 1824, the Dutch and British signed a treaty which then gave control of Melaka to the British and the Christ Church became the property of the Church of England.

It was originally painted white but was painted red, with many other nearby buildings, to remind people of the original Dutch heritage.

The paving stones have inscriptions in Portuguese and Armenian.  One in particular, captures a bit of the history of Melaka and the person buried within the tomb.

Greetings, you who are reading this tablet of my tomb in which I now sleep. Give me the news, the freedom of my countrymen, for them I did much weep. If there arose among them one good guardian to govern and keep. Vainly I expected the world to see a good shepherd came to look after the scattered sheep.

I, Jacob, grandson of Shamier, an Armenian of a respectable family whose name I keep, was born in Persia near Inefa, where my parents now forever sleep. Fortune brought me to distant Malacca, which my remains in bondage to keep. Separated from the world on 7th July 1774 A.D. at the age of twenty-nine, my mortal remains were deposited in this spot of the ground which I purchased.

 

An interesting fact of the Christ Church of Melaka is that it was built without any nails.  We guessed it was because the nails would rust in the tropical air but were wrong.

They built it without nails because Jesus Christ had been crucified and they didn’t want to remember him with the nails in his hands and feet.  Therefore, they built a church that would not have any nails in it.

 

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