At eight o'clock had come Nuvara to wake up because I was sleeping a loose leg. I must say that at six-thirty I woke some kids that came out to school. The six and a half. Poor things. Then I fell into a coma until I was woken up mercilessly.
In this village there are no shutters, so I fear it will be the last day not wake at dawn. Nuvara
took the day off to teach Istanbul. She is the daughter of Yugoslavian Muslims who came to live in Turkey when they started to smell that there would be ethnic cleansing in the Balkans. No holds more kindness in the body. I even gave a motive for having me tomorrow localized emergency.
We left at nine-room house and we walked to the Beylerbeyi Palace, along the river in the Asian region. It was built as a summer palace for the sultan in the century XIX. Siberian cold was there. Outside the wind blew and there were waves. Inside the palace was full of rooms to welcome visitors with giant chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. We had to cross it with plastic bags in shoes to avoid damaging the carpets. The guide spoke no English, so I had to learn all through a French guide who accompanied the Magnifica MSC cruise passengers. Indeed, huge ship. As a fifteen-storey building in motion.
breakfast in the restaurant of the palace to go. Nuvara told her to choose the menu. Mistake, blunder. As I do not hear what talk to the waiters I encountered what appears in the photo. Black olives for breakfast. By God! Cucumber. By God! What's that long green what it is, God?
We left there and took a bus to Uskudar to cross by boat to the European zone. The bus was full of ladies with headscarves and gentlemen with a mustache. The boat trip lasted about fifteen minutes to Eminonu. They entered the Sirkeci station, where came the Orient Express. Still retains the air of the season. On the sidewalk in front of the main entrance there were groups of men dressed in black with no apparent activity. Nuvara could not explain why they were there. We
el tranvía hasta Sultanahmet y entramos a ver la Cisterna de la Basílica. Imaginad la mezquita de Córdoba construida en un subterráneo y con un palmo de agua en el suelo. Eso es la Cisterna, un depósito de agua subterráneo construido por Justiniano en el siglo VI cuya bóveda está sostenida por 336 columnas. Se supone que disfrutas del paseo con música clásica de fondo, pero había tal cantidad de escolares allí abajo que era imposible oír nada. En el palmo de agua viven peces. Si los del estanque del Retiro son grandes, estos eran monstruosos, gordos como vacas y con los ojos saltones y bigote.
Fuimos caminando hasta la Mezquita de Sultan Ahmet o Mezquita Azul. Azul por la cantidad de azulejos de ese color que on the inside. We had to remove shoes
and put on a headscarf. This looked like a village bumpkin running around that carpet in socks. Attached photo for your enjoyment. We sat a while to observe how men prayed facing Mecca. The women pray too, but have to stay in the corners. It was the first time he entered a mosque, so freaked out in color.
The muezzin is responsible for calling to prayer five times a day. It's not like before, that he's up to one of the minarets and was screaming from there. Now they have speakers, it is better to wake up at five in the morning.
on the sides of the mosque have a few taps and marble benches where people sit to wash their feet before praying. Also run their hands wet behind the ears. None was wearing a towel, and juggling to dry your feet and hands with the legs of the pants or the same socks.
We ate nearby at a site known for its meatballs. How rich, how rich, how rich! Once responses
forces went to the Grand Bazaar. Nuvara previously mobilized to everyone you know to find out where I could buy quality watches and handbags. Well annotated with the addresses we enter paradise. A maze of shops under a vaulted ceiling works since the fifteenth century. Do the Americans really that they invented the mall? The merchants immediately know which country you are and you talk in your language. I have English side. Today it's clear. Absolute and resounding victory. My staff kept dribbling hard bargaining with the shopkeepers to get discounts of up to 70% on everything I bought. Shame what store bags. Both the leather and the prices were higher level. On Saturday we will return with all members of WISTA arriving from tomorrow. If we manage to raze the store is likely to get the purse I want at a reasonable price. They value these Turkish. They will lose half of the tour there inside.
When we got out of the bazaar, much to my regret, we enter another bazaar, the spice. You enter through the nose smells and colors for the eyes. Turkish viagra had, which seemed to me dried figs with walnuts inside, but good. Nuvara
me again demonstrated their skills, getting a beautiful caftan at a great price.
Nuvara, my shopping bags and I crossed the Golden Horn by the Galata Bridge on foot and then climbed into the underground funicular up Karaköi. Went down the Istiklal pedestrian street, filled with people going up, down, in and out of stores. We arrive at Taksim Square, where my father was robbed of the portfolio, and we a place to dine. More meat. Attached photo.
This time I chose what I personally want to eat. Dead
after twelve hours straight, took a curious transport to return home. There are a nine-seater vans yellow around the Taksim Square. When you go up and crowded the sliding door closes automatically and the driver shot out to its destination. Ours was just at the end of the bridge over the Bosphorus. Some hundred meters before, in the bridge, over a hundred per hour, the driver triggered the automatic sliding door and there we jugándonos life because none of us was wearing a seat belt. Healthy and sound
we got home to see the end of the final match of Turkey Cup, which won the Besiktas, to the delight of Nuvara. On the way home we passed the team's stadium. Nearby was a giant screen where hundreds of fans watched the match being played somewhere in Anatolia.
Now I'm sitting on the couch with the front window watching the bridge over the Bosphorus changes color every five minutes. Is lit and now it's pink and green and was once in a while I think it will be purple. I
ground. The tourist's life is very hard.
In this village there are no shutters, so I fear it will be the last day not wake at dawn. Nuvara
took the day off to teach Istanbul. She is the daughter of Yugoslavian Muslims who came to live in Turkey when they started to smell that there would be ethnic cleansing in the Balkans. No holds more kindness in the body. I even gave a motive for having me tomorrow localized emergency.
We left at nine-room house and we walked to the Beylerbeyi Palace, along the river in the Asian region. It was built as a summer palace for the sultan in the century XIX. Siberian cold was there. Outside the wind blew and there were waves. Inside the palace was full of rooms to welcome visitors with giant chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. We had to cross it with plastic bags in shoes to avoid damaging the carpets. The guide spoke no English, so I had to learn all through a French guide who accompanied the Magnifica MSC cruise passengers. Indeed, huge ship. As a fifteen-storey building in motion.
breakfast in the restaurant of the palace to go. Nuvara told her to choose the menu. Mistake, blunder. As I do not hear what talk to the waiters I encountered what appears in the photo. Black olives for breakfast. By God! Cucumber. By God! What's that long green what it is, God?
We left there and took a bus to Uskudar to cross by boat to the European zone. The bus was full of ladies with headscarves and gentlemen with a mustache. The boat trip lasted about fifteen minutes to Eminonu. They entered the Sirkeci station, where came the Orient Express. Still retains the air of the season. On the sidewalk in front of the main entrance there were groups of men dressed in black with no apparent activity. Nuvara could not explain why they were there. We
el tranvía hasta Sultanahmet y entramos a ver la Cisterna de la Basílica. Imaginad la mezquita de Córdoba construida en un subterráneo y con un palmo de agua en el suelo. Eso es la Cisterna, un depósito de agua subterráneo construido por Justiniano en el siglo VI cuya bóveda está sostenida por 336 columnas. Se supone que disfrutas del paseo con música clásica de fondo, pero había tal cantidad de escolares allí abajo que era imposible oír nada. En el palmo de agua viven peces. Si los del estanque del Retiro son grandes, estos eran monstruosos, gordos como vacas y con los ojos saltones y bigote.
Fuimos caminando hasta la Mezquita de Sultan Ahmet o Mezquita Azul. Azul por la cantidad de azulejos de ese color que on the inside. We had to remove shoes
and put on a headscarf. This looked like a village bumpkin running around that carpet in socks. Attached photo for your enjoyment. We sat a while to observe how men prayed facing Mecca. The women pray too, but have to stay in the corners. It was the first time he entered a mosque, so freaked out in color. The muezzin is responsible for calling to prayer five times a day. It's not like before, that he's up to one of the minarets and was screaming from there. Now they have speakers, it is better to wake up at five in the morning.
on the sides of the mosque have a few taps and marble benches where people sit to wash their feet before praying. Also run their hands wet behind the ears. None was wearing a towel, and juggling to dry your feet and hands with the legs of the pants or the same socks.
We ate nearby at a site known for its meatballs. How rich, how rich, how rich! Once responses
forces went to the Grand Bazaar. Nuvara previously mobilized to everyone you know to find out where I could buy quality watches and handbags. Well annotated with the addresses we enter paradise. A maze of shops under a vaulted ceiling works since the fifteenth century. Do the Americans really that they invented the mall? The merchants immediately know which country you are and you talk in your language. I have English side. Today it's clear. Absolute and resounding victory. My staff kept dribbling hard bargaining with the shopkeepers to get discounts of up to 70% on everything I bought. Shame what store bags. Both the leather and the prices were higher level. On Saturday we will return with all members of WISTA arriving from tomorrow. If we manage to raze the store is likely to get the purse I want at a reasonable price. They value these Turkish. They will lose half of the tour there inside.
When we got out of the bazaar, much to my regret, we enter another bazaar, the spice. You enter through the nose smells and colors for the eyes. Turkish viagra had, which seemed to me dried figs with walnuts inside, but good. Nuvara
me again demonstrated their skills, getting a beautiful caftan at a great price.
Nuvara, my shopping bags and I crossed the Golden Horn by the Galata Bridge on foot and then climbed into the underground funicular up Karaköi. Went down the Istiklal pedestrian street, filled with people going up, down, in and out of stores. We arrive at Taksim Square, where my father was robbed of the portfolio, and we a place to dine. More meat. Attached photo.
This time I chose what I personally want to eat. Dead after twelve hours straight, took a curious transport to return home. There are a nine-seater vans yellow around the Taksim Square. When you go up and crowded the sliding door closes automatically and the driver shot out to its destination. Ours was just at the end of the bridge over the Bosphorus. Some hundred meters before, in the bridge, over a hundred per hour, the driver triggered the automatic sliding door and there we jugándonos life because none of us was wearing a seat belt. Healthy and sound
we got home to see the end of the final match of Turkey Cup, which won the Besiktas, to the delight of Nuvara. On the way home we passed the team's stadium. Nearby was a giant screen where hundreds of fans watched the match being played somewhere in Anatolia.
Now I'm sitting on the couch with the front window watching the bridge over the Bosphorus changes color every five minutes. Is lit and now it's pink and green and was once in a while I think it will be purple. I
ground. The tourist's life is very hard.
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