Best Point Hotel
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- Continental Breakfast
- Shuttle bus service
- Room service
- Free High-Speed Internet
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You know in movies they show horrible travel experiences, stuck a security, losing a bag, spilling your drink on yourself. Basically me. On Wednesday September 2nd, I showed up at the MSP airport, filled with excitement for my trip to Turkey. My flight took off at 9:48pm, after arriving two hours early as directed, I had a wonderful start to my evening by having to fight with the bag check-in lady, Darla was her name. First off a horrible name, second off she made me ...
... being snapped up by cashed up buyers. No we didn't get any! Spent more time looking at Turkish delight and smelling and marvelling at all the gorgeous spices out on display as well as the dried fruits and other foodstuffs many of which were totally foreign to us. Surprisingly it was now quite late in the afternoon and we were ready for that first glass of wine which we are enjoying sitting on the terrace of the hotel looking out at the Sea of Marmara ...
... an hour along the road we saw an ATM and a supermarket, we needed both so stopped, we had quite a long list but didn't have a coin for the trolley, so we struggled with 2 baskets. That completed we set off again for Istanbul - an ancient city like no other . About 20 k from our destination we hit traffic queues. At several places where one two lanes highway feeds into another two lane ...
... Mosque with its dreamy hues of pink, green. yellow and blue, which we waited in line for and was worth it, until our covered-from-head-to-toe bodies couldn't take the heat and thick air anymore and we took off.
We also explored Beyoglu, the "newer" part of Istanbul over the Galata Bridge where we found an edgier Turkey with gay bars, dance clubs, street art, thrift shops selling old records and Turkish versions of American movie ...
... I am. Today for the first time ever I checked in with a code on my IPhone and had to think back with a strong feeling of nostalgia. Now I am landing in Vienna, to change planes and go to Istanbul. A city that because I have never been there seems to me more exotic than living in Japan. The stories that I remember reading, always had a cruel tone at least to my understanding and made me feel uncomfortable. Then again there is ...