I don’t think I’ll ever be this culinarily (or otherwise) happy again.
Author: chewyland
I picked up a 1l Efes. Time to relax and unwind.
I took the bus like a humble working class person….old people took the taxi.
It’s always uphill.
Blue mosque experience.
Yes, that’s my praying face.
I prayed for Birdie to stop biting my arm in the middle of the night.
I was given a Quran and some enlightening literature in Bulgarian….FOR FREE…WHAT A CRAZY WORLD.
Obligatory cats of Istanbul post. I’m so happy right now.
Cats are treated like other human people here.
Today is all about the Blue Mosque and the market.
Breakfast Efes…..just like back in the days.
Fishbread for breakfast – THIS IS THE WAY.
We have made a collective decision to say one more night for obvious reasons.
Turkish cop BMW. I love it for obvious reasons.
I think this is my favorite restaurant I’VE EVER BEEN TO. I THINK I SHOULD ONLY EAT TURKISH FOOD.
After a couple of beers I’m hoping to jump and swing from the tram all the way to the H+M.
I think I need another sweatshirt. I only have 20.
Chato the cat officially served me this bottle of Efes malt and even opened it for me.
Guess who’s getting a huge tip?
I remain living is heaven.
I have returned to the mighty Galata.
Always allow a dog to just lie there.
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They’re filming a rap video.
Got shoes?
Carmel Americano at this place right now….oyyyyy.
If you don’t stop for some vitamin C your ears will fall off and you will lose your hearing right away.
According Wikipedia.
Islak hamburger is exactly what the name implies.
Shredded beef in a spicy sauce with a slice of cheese on a super soggy steamed bun. I wish I could live inside of one…forever..
What a cool place to hang out.
Istanbul fish market and restaurant.
Can my weather be any better? I’ll do 30,000 steps today…easy…maybe…I need to finish my Efes.
Istanbul boat-zone..
Love this bus. Love the glued on Cadillac badge.
Starting my deep descend into The Grand Bazar.
More than 4000 shops and almost 1/2 million DAILY visitors.
Under bridge drinking at its best.
Huge bags of tobacco, when you’re really into it.
Turkey is a super tobacco country (not high education + poverty = almost always equates to cigarettes).
