The last couple days in Istanbul were a blur. We were all trying to fit in our souvenir shopping as well as sites we had missed. We spent a good amount of time apart, doing our own thing. We didn't get to Cappadocia, nor did we go to a Turkish bath, but we accomplished a lot. Pat felt ill the last few days and had to rest. Also, Taksim Square heated up, so we ran up there, again, and got some good shots of the protests.
Gulhane Park was lovely
Our room. Four grown men in 300 sq. ft., one bathroom, one guy with explosive diarrhea, and a snorer...interesting mix.
Lamb pancake was superb
Turkish coffee has lots of grounds in it. Makes it thick like oil, and leaves a sludge in the bottom
Old delivery guy
Curt isn't impressed by ice cream guy's trickery. We thought it was a joke when he said cone was $5
I took 30 shots of street scenes. Hard to capture hustle and bustle.
Galata Tower at night
Even the mannequins are hairier than us
Blue Mosque
Tried hookah pipe (it's tobacco, not drugs). This guy's job is to get the coals fired up.
We called him, "The Dragon."
You each have your own removable mouthpiece...very sanitary
Kevin Hendrix
Andrew finding the other.
Curt tries to play it like an oboe
Kev and I take the ferry to the Asian side of Istanbul
Great views for 3 lira
That's Europe on the right and Asia on the left. Pretty cool.
Topkapi Palace with mosques in background. We couldn't help but think how awestruck the people on boats must have been coming into this city seeing these sites for the first time
Sulimayne mosque
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