Although light woke me up exactly at six-thirty, I stayed in bed until half past eight. At quarter past nine came for a co-Nuvara and took us to the hotel where he will hold WISTA Med, in Taksim Square. It took almost an hour to arrive, but there should be no more than five miles. Istanbul is seventeen million people, seventeen, one after another. Traffic is hell and there were people everywhere at all times. To cross from the Asian to the European ferry or you can do across the bridge over the Bosphorus, which glows at night. We did the bridge. Breakfast in the car a bagel with sesame on top and a piece of cheese. Arriving at the hotel
parked in prohibited area and we reversed up to the contrary, a maneuver I've seen do these days too often. They drive like crazy.
I registered and got on luggage. He circulated the news that has become the motto "The wrinkle is beautiful" because my shirts are full of them. I have not brought iron and I have wanted to borrow one, so that's what you get.
eleven o'clock I left the hotel with a group of four Greek and went to meet with two others already in Sultanahmet from first time because they had half a brain and got up early to seize the day. The convinced to go on foot and by tram to avoid traffic by taxi. Upon arrival at the venue decided to enter the Blue Mosque but it was not possible because it was giving Mr screams over the loudspeaker call to prayer and we closed the doors to tourists. As it was Friday, that was packed with a mustache lords and ladies in headscarves.
decided to take a walk around and come back after two in the afternoon.
At half past one Turkish joined us to lead the Grand Bazaar shopping. It took first köfte eat, that would be something like crushed meatballs. They were delicious. The place where we ate very well known here. They have many photos of celebrities on the walls. Famous for them, because I do not know any.
Just before lunch there was a moment of tension between the Greek because they could not agree on what to do or in what order, so I finally decided to divide us. I went with two to see the Blue Mosque and Spice Bazaar. There was a queue to enter the mosque because the entry of people take off their shoes and very slow pace. Today smelled walking there. We took a few pictures and went from there to breathe fresh air.
We went walking to the bazaar, stopping at each and every one of the souvenir shops along the road. The store owners ask if you want to drink. In one we took a box of Turkish delight and we were unable to say no. I knew that I picked strawberries. Not bad. The best selling are the eyes of fate and the cups they use to make tea, which are pear-shaped.
Upon arrival at the bazaar, Evgenia, one of the Greek left out because they do not stand being indoors around other people. Eleftheria and I went to buy tea, ham, beef and spices that they had ordered. We went out fast and we walked to the hotel slowly. We climbed the hill in the underground cable car because we were not for climbing, reaching the pedestrian shopping street, which is
long as a day without bread. We propose cross it rises in the vintage tram but had to withdraw because it seemed the cabin of the Marx Brothers and that would cost the lives of Evgenia.
During the tour, we had to enter up to buy New Balance Eleftheria a pair of sneakers because they had the bright idea of \u200b\u200bgoing out with some dancers. He left the store with shoes new jobs and said it looked like he was flying.
arrived to the hotel at five. In the cafeteria were a few members of WISTA Turkey and some foreign. Several local journalists were doing an interview.
I went to the room after a while to shower and change clothes. At six were cited for a cocktail on the first floor. I have not counted the number of attendees, but we must be about 70 or so. Iran is a lawyer who has come with his son five years. Today has been devoted to try public transportation because that's what the kid was excited. Is there no buses in Iran? The tram I understand, but the kid is much insisted on riding the bus. I could not ask why because they only know how to say "hello" and "ok."
At seven o'clock we packed into two buses and taken to Pier Kabatas to board an evening cruise on the Bosphorus. Two of the English arrived directly from the airport to the boat and had to change clothes in the bathrooms. We have been ten. Since we see so little, we decided to have dinner all together. Barcelona girl came first and raved on colors because saw first hand what it means WISTA. He is a correspondent of a P & I, which is like insurance for cars but for boats. During the dinner came a message on his Blackberry. Everyone here has the Blackberry in hand all the time. A crew of a Turkish ship had deserted in Tarragona in love (How nice!)
He the fact that at that time we were on the cruise ship the assembly plant, the agent and insurance.
The cruise was amazing. We ate fish, at last. They were huge bugs that came out of the dish.
At eleven o'clock we landed and returned to the hotel. A few sat in the cafeteria until two o'clock.
Dead, I'm dead.
parked in prohibited area and we reversed up to the contrary, a maneuver I've seen do these days too often. They drive like crazy.
I registered and got on luggage. He circulated the news that has become the motto "The wrinkle is beautiful" because my shirts are full of them. I have not brought iron and I have wanted to borrow one, so that's what you get.
eleven o'clock I left the hotel with a group of four Greek and went to meet with two others already in Sultanahmet from first time because they had half a brain and got up early to seize the day. The convinced to go on foot and by tram to avoid traffic by taxi. Upon arrival at the venue decided to enter the Blue Mosque but it was not possible because it was giving Mr screams over the loudspeaker call to prayer and we closed the doors to tourists. As it was Friday, that was packed with a mustache lords and ladies in headscarves.
decided to take a walk around and come back after two in the afternoon.
At half past one Turkish joined us to lead the Grand Bazaar shopping. It took first köfte eat, that would be something like crushed meatballs. They were delicious. The place where we ate very well known here. They have many photos of celebrities on the walls. Famous for them, because I do not know any.
Just before lunch there was a moment of tension between the Greek because they could not agree on what to do or in what order, so I finally decided to divide us. I went with two to see the Blue Mosque and Spice Bazaar. There was a queue to enter the mosque because the entry of people take off their shoes and very slow pace. Today smelled walking there. We took a few pictures and went from there to breathe fresh air.
We went walking to the bazaar, stopping at each and every one of the souvenir shops along the road. The store owners ask if you want to drink. In one we took a box of Turkish delight and we were unable to say no. I knew that I picked strawberries. Not bad. The best selling are the eyes of fate and the cups they use to make tea, which are pear-shaped.
Upon arrival at the bazaar, Evgenia, one of the Greek left out because they do not stand being indoors around other people. Eleftheria and I went to buy tea, ham, beef and spices that they had ordered. We went out fast and we walked to the hotel slowly. We climbed the hill in the underground cable car because we were not for climbing, reaching the pedestrian shopping street, which is
long as a day without bread. We propose cross it rises in the vintage tram but had to withdraw because it seemed the cabin of the Marx Brothers and that would cost the lives of Evgenia. During the tour, we had to enter up to buy New Balance Eleftheria a pair of sneakers because they had the bright idea of \u200b\u200bgoing out with some dancers. He left the store with shoes new jobs and said it looked like he was flying.
arrived to the hotel at five. In the cafeteria were a few members of WISTA Turkey and some foreign. Several local journalists were doing an interview.
I went to the room after a while to shower and change clothes. At six were cited for a cocktail on the first floor. I have not counted the number of attendees, but we must be about 70 or so. Iran is a lawyer who has come with his son five years. Today has been devoted to try public transportation because that's what the kid was excited. Is there no buses in Iran? The tram I understand, but the kid is much insisted on riding the bus. I could not ask why because they only know how to say "hello" and "ok."
At seven o'clock we packed into two buses and taken to Pier Kabatas to board an evening cruise on the Bosphorus. Two of the English arrived directly from the airport to the boat and had to change clothes in the bathrooms. We have been ten. Since we see so little, we decided to have dinner all together. Barcelona girl came first and raved on colors because saw first hand what it means WISTA. He is a correspondent of a P & I, which is like insurance for cars but for boats. During the dinner came a message on his Blackberry. Everyone here has the Blackberry in hand all the time. A crew of a Turkish ship had deserted in Tarragona in love (How nice!)
He the fact that at that time we were on the cruise ship the assembly plant, the agent and insurance. The cruise was amazing. We ate fish, at last. They were huge bugs that came out of the dish.
At eleven o'clock we landed and returned to the hotel. A few sat in the cafeteria until two o'clock.
Dead, I'm dead.
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