Headin in to the 'Bul
Trip Start Apr 12, 2006
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Wading through the touts and brown toothed taxi drivers, I hesitantly jumped into a shuttle bus that thankfully did arrive in the touristy old school zone of 'Sultanahmet'
Found my hostel with the greatest of ease, the comfy, popular 'Bahaus', and hooked up with Jess, a Sydney chick I met back in Selcuk two weeks ago. Together, we threw on our tourist gear and checked out the impressive interior of the Blue Mosque, an enormous Obelisk, and the nearby Topaki Palace, the lavish residence of many a big knob Sultan, including the big man himself, Suleyman the Magnificent, who pulled off a whole range of kickass Sultanish stuff in his day. (Maybe I should have got the guided tour with some real information)
Headed back to the Bahaus when tourist duties grew boring, checked out a small bazaar, and got prepped for the impending World Cup clash between Australia and Japan. Met up with Joe and Sarah around the corner at the backpackers pub and got stuck into some more Efes, meeting mutual travelling acquaintances Wress and his sister whose name I cannot recall, and Kiwis Mick and Anna, who were escorted out of Heathrow on a technicality the other day when they tried to return and came perilously close to the rubber glove treatment
We all went back to the Bahaus and sank more Efes on the hostel terrace, with a regiment of birds circling the lit up Blue Mosque leering in the distant backdrop, and the illuminated sprawl of inner-Istanbul bustling below down by the Bosphorus river. It was a great day to be an Aussie, and a great night to sink more longnecks. I later got talking to a crazy dutch bastard called Goemell (or something), who shared his melon flavoured nargile pipe with me, as we began to discuss all manner of deep life jargon, from destiny versus chance, to science as religion, to consciousness and reality, and the underlying design of life itself. The dutch accent is hilarious and I found myself suppressing laughter a number of times, as this dude sounded a dead ringer for Goldmember from Austin powers 3. 'Yeeesssch....Shalty'.
With my brain in meltdown from the long bus, the beers, and the metaphysical discourse with the crazy smoking dutchman, I called it a night and retired in my dungeon-esque dorm with 3 chileans and some other randoms.
Lovin the 'bul.