Maywood Istanbul

... walk on them. The third method involves wetting the rugs and leaving them out in the sun and weather for a few weeks-the process that our neighbor is using. The neighbor has a rug business in the shop below and he is simply increasing the value of his inventory. Today we have two goals-well three including the purse purchase. We want to see the ancient underground water cistern and also the Museum of Turkish and Islamic Arts. The Museum of ...

... samo noge, ker me moja ljuba vlece tja vsak dan. Prav tako nisemkupil se nobenega parfuma, nice. Ok, naj se omenim najpomembnejse v prvem dnevu. Tipa v pizami, neznanega posevnookega plemena, ki me nasmeje prav vsaki dan. Slika prilozena, ki pa ne uspe prikazati vse velicastnosti tega modnega genija. Zvecer pivo in spat. Vceraj sva si ogledala sultanove palace, ogromromne so, polne roz (nasplosno majo povsod ogromno ...

... the most roundabout and disjointed fashion that I explain my decision but I appeal to you to have patience and to try and stick with me. As I've mentioned already, it doesn't matter to me what you think but it does matter to me that you try and understand where I'm coming from. Have any of you ever heard of a guy called Abraham Maslow? He's a guy I learned a thing or two about studying business studies in school. Basically, he gave his name to a theory of human motivation called ...

... purses, hair done, makeup on, and often showing A LOT of cleavage. In Istanbul you would see many women in modest dress, with their hair covered by an attractive scarf. Others were all in black with black gloves and only their eyes showing through their head covering. Look the other way and you would see a woman in a string bikini, barely covering anything. The men, on the other hand, all dressed pretty similarly. In Spain, prices were set and you paid whatever the bill ...

... the men's bath in our first attempt, and were swiftly whisked away to the women's bath. No one spoke English or Russian, so we had a hard time figuring out what the prices would be. The place was a bit dirty and offputting, so we started to leave and were chased down the street by the owner who was trying to convince us to come back! We visited two other baths, but were hesitant to spend 30 Lyra to wash ourselves, so we spent the rest of the day wandering ...

... how about a hotel? Well, our guidebook gives us some options, none of which we can actually locate to save our lives. We settle on one that looks nice, finagle a price much lower than the first one quoted, and run off to locate our bags. On returning, we discover our room is roughly the size of our Chevy Spark and both of our backpacks will not fit on the floor space at the same time. I throw a smallish fit and my travel partner has us moved to a larger room. Which won't be ready ...

... it is one of the most striking and distinct icons of Istanbul, upon seeing it for the first time we both absolutely amazed. From the outside it looks like a massive structure but once inside it proves to be not so large but really quite amazing with all the blue tiles on the walls and columns. Next stop was Topkapi Palace, the palace used by the Ottoman sultans for a few hundred years, it was a functioning palace up until about the 1920s. It is a massive complex and so ...

The bus out of Tehran - for two days - was far less painful than expected. In the general disorganisation of a bus ticketing system that seemingly sold everyone seats 27 and 28 Claude made an excellent executive decision to occupy seats 1 and 2 until someone told us to move elsewhere. This never came. The strength of this choice cannot be overstated. The co-driver responded in Hour 1 (of 42) to Claude's hangdog look and proffered tea from the driver's ...

... where we went for lunch, but was interested to try it out. It's called the Pudding Shop and it's located off Sultanahment Square. It's known for its history as a hippy hangout in the late 1960s. There's a story about some guys heading east in a VW microbus meeting up there and needing an extra seat for the bus. The owner of the shop lent them a chair until they came back through town. True or not, it's a good story.

... that merely had our names on it and some scribbling to the effect that we were travelling to Marmaris. There was no boat name, no company name, no dock number. I asked a woman in a customs office and she told me to wait outside the Port Police office. This we did and, as the hour of departure approached, so did many others. With these extra people milling around, all of them unsure of what to do, a growing sense of confusion arose. Eventually a man appeared and, quite unnecessarily ...