- What’s On
Since he became enchanted by the ‘Big Island’ 15 years ago, Owen Matthews has enjoyed its seasonal changes and watched its popularity grow – not least among soap-opera fans
Büyükada, August 5, 2015
It has been 15 years since this island first captured us in its delicate web. It was early spring when we first came to Büyükada. White paint was peeling from the façades of the grand houses after a winter of sea winds and damp. The cafés were mostly closed, their windows covered with brown paper. The venerable Splendid Hotel was closed too, in the days before natural gas came to Büyükada, when central heating was regarded as a metropolitan luxury. My girlfriend and I had to make do with the İdeal Pansiyon, a tottering three-storey wooden mansion covered in precarious fretwork detailing that with every gust of wind trembled to be free.
The name was unconsciously ironic, of course, because in truth the beds squeaked alarmingly, the shared bathroom was covered in boarding-house grime out of a Steinbeck novel and our room inexplicably housed an antique Westinghouse refrigerator that rumbled all night. Outside on the balcony, clearly structurally unsound, the seagulls were as loud as motorcycles. Bed and breakfast cost ten million lira, charged per person per night like in a flophouse. But the proprietress was friendly and served us tea in a parlour decorated with old family photographs and dominated by a cast-iron stove connected to the chimney stack with wonky steel flues.
There was an odd stillness about Büyükada that we found bewitching, that charm of abandoned places that clings to off-season resorts, the sense that life is elsewhere. Back then the memory of the terrible earthquake of 1999 was still fresh. Spooked Stambullus had decided that the islands were in an especially dangerous corner of their seismic zone. Surely if that’s the case, I thought, better to live in a flexible wooden island house than a rigid concrete urban high-rise? I did not press the point. Rents were low. All our new Istanbul friends regarded the idea of living on the island as a sign of deep eccentricity bordering on insanity.
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