New Backpackers Istanbul

... is furious and says, “How can a pot die, it is just a pot.” Hadja replies, “You were willing to believe that the pot could have a baby so you must also be willing to believe that a pot can die.”

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Hadja had an appointment with a friend to meet for dinner. But Hadja went to the market and forgot about his appointment. The friend went to Hadja’s house and knocked ...

It looks like i am on holidays here in Istanbul :) Till now i could not manage it to continue my trip somwhere else. I like it here, but thatīs not because of the lovely city (because it is not) but of the great CS-company i have got here. David and Tomas from Czech Republic are also staying at Elifs place, and we share a lot. So we never come to bed before 3/4 and our breakfast is at ...

... foreign branches...just none
in Turkey or Costa Rice...) could actually help me. Time...Wasted....


So we headed back up the hill towards the Grand Bazaar, stopping
for Pides. I asked the owner how much they were and he told me 2 Lira,
quite a bargain, but he spoke very little English. He did ask me where
I was from and I said America and he gave me a big smile and
handshake. When he came with the bill he told me forty Lira by
accident, or I ...

... Landing in Detroit I had a five hour layover for the 9:35 pm flight on Air France to Paris. I had booked the flight on my "burning" of Northwest Airlines miles due to their merger with Delta Airlines. Delta effectively devalued the miles for overseas travel after a January 15 deadline that I was able to beat with the trip to Istanbul. I once again opted to fly Business Class and was curious when the booking through Northwest had me flying on Air France ...

... anything to eat! We chatted for a bit, then went to bed. This year Raziye was starting school, so I bought her a backpack, a couple of notebooks, a pencil case and some pencils. Watching her with it brought back memories of when I was going to school. I remember when we used to go out and get our school supplies and I would take them out and look at them many times before school actually started. In Turkey, when a boy turns six years old, he is circumcised. Not only is he circumcised ...

... down the road a little further and ended up at the second best club in ortakoy, called sortie. we got in and had the best time. the dancing and atmosphere was insane... it was so fun just to dance with friends and laugh at the scene around us. good times. sunday: well, today was a little more low-key than the past two days. my friends and i decided to go to eminonu, another district of istanbul and go see the yeni cami (cami is mosque in turkish). it was my first time at a ...

... get too wet! It was great fun despite the freezing cold water and we ended with a big mud fight! That night most of the group slept in treehouses whereas I braved it outside and slept under the stars. It was beautiful waking up with a view of the gorge right in front of us. Our next stop was Olu Deniz, a really chilled out town with amazing beaches and a thriving fake designer trade. Here we had a morning boat trip sunbathing on the roof and enjoying the scenery around ...

... up the winding alley-ways through a commercial district with shops selling clothes, shoes and fabric which was delightfully devoid of tourists and we weren't hassled a bit!. Eventually, we found ourselves at the back entrance to Istanbul's Grand Bazaar - were we were again left alone since most tourists come in the main gate and never make it this far into the Bazaar (which, after all, has over 1,000 shops). We turned one ...

... him a fifty, and quick as a flash (we didnīt realise), he swaps it for a five and says "not enough, big money, big money." Gullible as we are, we give him another fifty. Boom. Another five gets handed back. The penny drops. Heīs ripping us off. He acts indignant, as you would. It ends up that weīve given him 110 lira (I chipped in another ten), for a 13 lira fare. A big argument ensues, in English, Turkish and Broken English. He wasnīt going to own up at all. The ...

... and underwear on the floor but not the worst, I guess. Jane likes the top bunk, a carry-over from childhood, but I can't stand it. All your luggage, clothes, toiletries etc are down on the floor and you have no space for anything up the top. It is also a real pain in the **** to climb up and down, especially when you need to go for a pee in the middle of the night. It is dark, of course, you have to climb down in your bare feet on the narrow metal ...