I would have started this chronicle recounting that came to Constantinople after endless month voyage as part of a caravan of merchants from all parties and none, traveling in wagons pulled by horses, mules and oxen, I'm trying to change my horse for a camel to go into the mysterious and dangerous Asia in search of adventure. No, I have come to Istanbul in an Iberia plane from Madrid and I just to delve into the mysterious Asia aboard a Renault Megane driven by my friend Nuvara.
sounded the alarm for three o'clock, teasing mystery movie I was dreaming. Just then, the murderer, a schoolmate of my brother, had just recognized the face of the witness to the crime and was about to chase for brushes.
My favorite taxi driver picked me up at 03:58 hrs and arrived at the airport at 04:56 hrs, having found the only way a truck. I am surprised that the roads were made at that time. As my favorite taxi driver knows exactly where fixed cameras are not on the coast was clear (read Picolet or Civil Guards Motorized), exceeding the speed limit and we move to a whopping 120 kilometers per hour. Invoice
suitcase. 10.5 kgs. Acceptable, considering that in a bottle of sherry will not come back to me. I can buy 12.5 kgs. Grand Bazaar, here I come!
We sat down to breakfast, but had to wait a while because the cafeteria was not open yet. I drank a milkshake color Pink Panther and ate a cupcake than 500 grams. No exaggeration. Was above white cream and chocolate cream. Great.
The plane left on time. Several iPads among passengers. Soon, soon.
He was a black boy of about eight years (or I have to say black?) Traveling alone, with the face of this-and-me-ha-happened-before-and-no-me-do-not-touch-of- grace, armed with the PS3 not the entire flight took off. Well, I think. Could not be sure because I dedicated myself to look for in a while.
landed in Madrid at eight. The flight attendant fired us with, "We hope we have offered a trip over." "About? I did a tour
stores T4. Aldeasa is on sale. Bad sign.
I sat down to watch an episode of Grey's Anatomy on the computer. When I finished my flight was already announced on the screens. I had to go to T4 satellite on a subway train. I spent another passport control, so I guess they use that area for extra flights.
In the waiting area was a curious character, a religious turban and long white beard, asleep or meditating. They should not have vows of poverty in this religion because it went in first. The first hour
the flight went in absolute silence. Many Argentines, Americans and Valencia on board. All sleeping dead leg loose, maid included. When we brought the food started the commotion. I was because I ate the seats. No sign of cupcake half a kilo. Salad (three pieces of grass with an olive) and macaroni and cheese and tomato. I found a piece of mushroom in the end. They were rich, as if to us we were eating in Italy, where we really were eating, because we flew over Sardinia at that moment. My mother
Asturian chorizo \u200b\u200bcheck them for more flavor and are that you shit. Too bad road to go Islam. On the tray we put a little sign saying, "This food contains no pork."
landed in Istanbul at 16:20 hrs, one hour more than in Spain. They began queuing. A queue to get the visa, which is a joke. There are about fifteen euros loose windows where you put a sticker on the passport and not look at you face. Clearly, you're paying the entrance to the park. Another queue for passport control. Three quarters of the same. Prove that you paid the sticker and inside. At that point the luggage and should take ten laps in the baggage claim. Indeed, mine is visible in the distance walking. I picked it up and went out to there.
I was waiting Nuvara, president of WISTA Turkey. We went for a walk before sitting down to dinner. I saw out of the Blue Mosque and Hagia Sophia. We went around the racetrack, where there are no horses or grass or bleachers or anything because that was in another time and there is nothing left. He took me to dinner at a restaurant overlooking the Bosporus, where he had moored at least a hundred ships, waiting to board the Black Sea or to refuel. Awesome, truly awesome.
I can hardly explain what I ate. All new and delicious. There were balls of beef and lamb with pistachio breathtaking. Also grape leaves with rice and spices inside. Mini pizzas with ingredients of colors. Mashed eggplant. And for dessert, baklava, pastries with pistachio and honey.
After such a delicious food went to his home in the Asian region, where I'm going to stay a few days. Istanbul is in Europe and Asia, divided by the Bosphorus. Nuvara and her husband live in a small two-storey building in a Huge windows with river views and modern decor. I love it.
is the first time in my life I tread Asia. Asia sounded a ridden Mongolian steppe. This Asia here has streetlights streets and shops with storefronts. I'm a little disappointed, actually. After
small technical difficulties, Cagri's husband Nuvara, managed to connect computer to the internet. And that's when I started to hallucinate. The newspaper El Mundo is censored (administrative measures have been taken against this page according to the law 5651). Have you got Peter J. Erdogan? When I tried to access my Facebook profile, I could not for security reasons. I did about ten questions to verify that I was the real owner of my profile. I have chills right now.
shortly because I'm going to bed from three o'clock lurching around the world and it's almost twelve o'clock local time. My eyes itch.
The afternoon was clear but cool. When the sun had started to get cold. Under the car thermometer, 11 ° C. Girls, do not turn sandals on luggage. And bring a head scarf if you think entering mosques.
sounded the alarm for three o'clock, teasing mystery movie I was dreaming. Just then, the murderer, a schoolmate of my brother, had just recognized the face of the witness to the crime and was about to chase for brushes.
My favorite taxi driver picked me up at 03:58 hrs and arrived at the airport at 04:56 hrs, having found the only way a truck. I am surprised that the roads were made at that time. As my favorite taxi driver knows exactly where fixed cameras are not on the coast was clear (read Picolet or Civil Guards Motorized), exceeding the speed limit and we move to a whopping 120 kilometers per hour. Invoice
suitcase. 10.5 kgs. Acceptable, considering that in a bottle of sherry will not come back to me. I can buy 12.5 kgs. Grand Bazaar, here I come!
We sat down to breakfast, but had to wait a while because the cafeteria was not open yet. I drank a milkshake color Pink Panther and ate a cupcake than 500 grams. No exaggeration. Was above white cream and chocolate cream. Great.
The plane left on time. Several iPads among passengers. Soon, soon.
He was a black boy of about eight years (or I have to say black?) Traveling alone, with the face of this-and-me-ha-happened-before-and-no-me-do-not-touch-of- grace, armed with the PS3 not the entire flight took off. Well, I think. Could not be sure because I dedicated myself to look for in a while.
landed in Madrid at eight. The flight attendant fired us with, "We hope we have offered a trip over." "About? I did a tour
stores T4. Aldeasa is on sale. Bad sign.
I sat down to watch an episode of Grey's Anatomy on the computer. When I finished my flight was already announced on the screens. I had to go to T4 satellite on a subway train. I spent another passport control, so I guess they use that area for extra flights.
In the waiting area was a curious character, a religious turban and long white beard, asleep or meditating. They should not have vows of poverty in this religion because it went in first. The first hour
the flight went in absolute silence. Many Argentines, Americans and Valencia on board. All sleeping dead leg loose, maid included. When we brought the food started the commotion. I was because I ate the seats. No sign of cupcake half a kilo. Salad (three pieces of grass with an olive) and macaroni and cheese and tomato. I found a piece of mushroom in the end. They were rich, as if to us we were eating in Italy, where we really were eating, because we flew over Sardinia at that moment. My mother
Asturian chorizo \u200b\u200bcheck them for more flavor and are that you shit. Too bad road to go Islam. On the tray we put a little sign saying, "This food contains no pork." landed in Istanbul at 16:20 hrs, one hour more than in Spain. They began queuing. A queue to get the visa, which is a joke. There are about fifteen euros loose windows where you put a sticker on the passport and not look at you face. Clearly, you're paying the entrance to the park. Another queue for passport control. Three quarters of the same. Prove that you paid the sticker and inside. At that point the luggage and should take ten laps in the baggage claim. Indeed, mine is visible in the distance walking. I picked it up and went out to there.
I was waiting Nuvara, president of WISTA Turkey. We went for a walk before sitting down to dinner. I saw out of the Blue Mosque and Hagia Sophia. We went around the racetrack, where there are no horses or grass or bleachers or anything because that was in another time and there is nothing left. He took me to dinner at a restaurant overlooking the Bosporus, where he had moored at least a hundred ships, waiting to board the Black Sea or to refuel. Awesome, truly awesome.
I can hardly explain what I ate. All new and delicious. There were balls of beef and lamb with pistachio breathtaking. Also grape leaves with rice and spices inside. Mini pizzas with ingredients of colors. Mashed eggplant. And for dessert, baklava, pastries with pistachio and honey.
After such a delicious food went to his home in the Asian region, where I'm going to stay a few days. Istanbul is in Europe and Asia, divided by the Bosphorus. Nuvara and her husband live in a small two-storey building in a Huge windows with river views and modern decor. I love it.
is the first time in my life I tread Asia. Asia sounded a ridden Mongolian steppe. This Asia here has streetlights streets and shops with storefronts. I'm a little disappointed, actually. After
small technical difficulties, Cagri's husband Nuvara, managed to connect computer to the internet. And that's when I started to hallucinate. The newspaper El Mundo is censored (administrative measures have been taken against this page according to the law 5651). Have you got Peter J. Erdogan? When I tried to access my Facebook profile, I could not for security reasons. I did about ten questions to verify that I was the real owner of my profile. I have chills right now.
shortly because I'm going to bed from three o'clock lurching around the world and it's almost twelve o'clock local time. My eyes itch.
The afternoon was clear but cool. When the sun had started to get cold. Under the car thermometer, 11 ° C. Girls, do not turn sandals on luggage. And bring a head scarf if you think entering mosques.
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