Bus tickets in hand….
Kris is pouring wine #3 into an orange juice bottle – this is normal.
I’m trying to be respectful to the local Jesus Lizard by hiding my lager.
This isn’t Sunny Beach, after all.
Epic trip, just epic.
She’s sad we have to leave. I can see it in her eyes.
This is morning wine bottle #2 (NUMBER TWO).
This is probably the funnest trip, literally ever.
And it’s not just the thick jammy wine talking…
I feel like I’m living in an old spy movie. It’s just a delightful feeling I never thought I would experience.
There is no photo. Impossible to visualize….
3rd breakfast. We’re going insane..
Apres breakfast…
NOT THAT ANYONE WILL STEAL ANYTHING FROM OUR AWESOME HOTEL..I’m using my cool ziplock on my travel bags for the 1st time.
I use them on my bike to keep the panniers safe and tight. I love these things.
Hardcore.
Testing ALL the soups at the world’s greatest restaurant.
I remain in heaven. I went a little crazy and put a sugar cube in my chai. It was a complete delight.
Poor cats. I had to crank the Aircon for them…hot in sunny beach..so they say..
Whoa Turkish wine….soooo spicy.
Street food from carts is generally pretty boring…aside from the almighty simit, of course.
I don’t think I’ll ever be this culinarily (or otherwise) happy again.
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.