After a very sad "see you later" from our friends at Krogerup, we headed out to the cold dark night on our way to the train station. Naeste station: Turkey.
The hours past slowly, with mixed emotions of sadness, tiredness and happiness all together. At 5am we landed and at 7 we were already sitting in our hostel top floor which has an amazing view of the 1500 years old Hagia Sofia church and the surrounding. Later that day we went for a small walk to see the bazaar and some main streets with Martin Selsoe, who turned out to be an excellent guide and a great conversation man. That was an experience! Hot weather and good-looking young tourists made (mostly) Turkish men stare a lot at the group. When we entered the bazaar area, we stepped into a new world. A sudden flood of sensations overcomes you; different colors, smells and sounds surround 360 degrees of you. There is no order or logic in the bazaar streets, one road does not parallel another, but strolling in them with no aim will eventually lead you to the center of the market, marked by a big booth with faucets. After some lost and founds, we all gathered around Garba, our shepherd, and Martin, and went to eat our first doner (Turkish kebab).
Bon appétit!
Reut Amsalem
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