Turk Art Hotel
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- Shuttle bus service
- Continental Breakfast
- Room service
- Free High-Speed Internet
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... than Sams!) and that evening went and saw The Martian with Matt Damon which was really good.
We hadnt been able to find any good walking tours for Istanbul but we found great do-it-yourself ones from the same website we used in Vienna so over the next two days we used the info in that to see Istanbul. We started by heading into the Hippodrome where chariot and horse riding were common when Istanbul was Constantinople and the capital of ...
... and find air it's a relief! I need the loo, I had used the public toilets outside the new mosque before without incident so I am confident it will be ok. How wrong I was. There are two toilets, one squat, one normal. A whole family of Muslim women dressed in a million layers had taken over the toilet. Everyone starts arguing with them telling them to leave the European toilet to me (someone translated) they were refusing. I was ...
Gobble, Gobble, Gobble...It's off to Turkey!!!
As a child, I remember a chocolate bar called the Big Turk. It was a filthy little gelatinous chocolate covered jellybean chocolate bar that felt to the pallet as though it had spent too much time in the sun. They ...
... sheep aren't as easily confused. Ha! We left through the gates on the far side of the palace and happened upon a little shisha cafe built against the castle walls. We sat here with a Hookah, (note, not a hooker), and listened to the call to prayer from Hagia Sophia and the Blue Mosque. It was a nice moment. Also we saw a puppy, which always makes things better. We took the tram back to the hostel and had a rest.That night we fancied ourselves up then set off to Karakoy. It was really ...
... about invigorating! After that they proceeded to use a mitt that felt like the green side of a scotch sponge to scrub us down, occasionally dousing us again with either luke-warm or freezing water. So after losing a layer of skin we were placed on top of a marble slab and they used a hot towel to cover us in soap suds for the “massage” portion. I use the word massage carefully because this was in fact more of a chiropractic adjustment than a zen like spa ...