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... Turkey is another experience. Checked 35 Channels last night before finding one that was in English. And finally in this last Hotel room trying to turn off all the lights is another challenge as there must be 20 lights in the room and believe me we struggled to find the switch to the lights over Eve's bed. However after trying every switch several times we eventually found the correct one. Ah well! life was not meant to be simple!!!!
Today was a long day of travel! The flight was 9 hours- but they serve food & have plenty of movies to watch. The hotel, "Suiteness" is a lovely hotel, with the tiniest elevator. The four of us squished into it, everyone touching, no personal space here! The staff is bi-lingual, which is a bonus for us. We visited the Galata Tower after a rest - why is sitting ...
... about who hears or what they think
Be grateful for whoever comes, because each has been sent as a guide from beyond
Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it
The wound is the place where the light enters you
When you do things through your soul, you feel a river moving in you, a joy
... the road around the lake, after a while we saw a picnic site and pulled off, we hoped to see some bird life, it's so wet that there isn't much about, we spot an American Coot, an European Coot, a small brown duck? and a grebe. After a bit of lunch we continued to Yalova, we shopped at the supermarket and then went to the ferry terminal. When we payed it was cheaper than our outward journey, the cashiers never know which category to put us in, on this sailing our ...
... to the Galata Bridge, watching the fishermen (a single female in that shoal!) reap the bountiful Golden Horn, spurning infinite waiters, then meandered through Fatih on our return, stopping by the aqueduct of ill-fated Valens, musing on how Rome cracked mortally on his rashness (well I did). The poorer citizens lit outdoor fires for their evening repasts; the mosques called the faithful in the fading light.
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