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... man found out we were from NZ he gave us a book instead of selling it to us. Another man took us to the red bus depot.
We joined the considerable queue at the Blue Mosque to have a look through. Tourists off a cruise were already there and it took quite a long time to get through. As we waited in line hawkers were trying to sell scarves as women have to have their heads covered to enter. However, staff will kit you out for free if you are not suitably attired. ...
On Monday morning Asli dropped me off at the metro station in 4. Levent. The Istanbul metro is new, but somehow the designers were able to capture the gritty feel of the NYC MTA. I don't know how to express it. The station interior is utilitarian, and covered in a fine layer of grime. It is new and old; the look is timeless. When a train approaches, a cow appears on the electronic signboard with the words "the train is cooooming!" Why a cow? No idea.
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... I’ll be in a better place though.
Side note: When I got to Cappadocia a few days ago I couldn’t find my Boston Red Sox hat. I was pretty ****** because it’s not like me to lose things, and I’ve only been on the road for a few weeks. I went across the street this morning to Antique Hostel on the off chance I left and there, and BINGO! They had it waiting for me at the front desk. Lucky ...
... to answer the question, rather I smiled enigmatically and moved on.
On the whole, I was really taken with the beauty of Istanbul, its historical greatness and its strategic power. I wish I’d come here earlier so I would have had the energy to embrace it a little more, but wandering the crooked streets of Istanbul is the walk the paths of sultans and kings, popes, patriarchs and prophets, crusaders and poets. And, it turned out, this was enough for ...
... into the main room, stripped me of my towel and asked me to lay down on the large circular marble bench. There were 3 other women on the marble with me all at various stages of the process. First warm water was poured over me and then I was scrubbed from head to toe with an exfoliating mit. I could see the dead skin in balls on my arms but it wasn't as rough or painful as I had expected. The lady led me over to the wall next to a basin which I was told to ...
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