It looks as if the deadly mixture of little sleep, cold temperatures, and non-stop Eurotrippin action has claimed its first victim... me. I felt a touch of a cold coming on yesterday, so what did I do? Went ice skating of course! I guess those last couple of rounds at the Augustiener doesn't cure colds after all. I bet you're thinking that this all sounds like my fault (mom and dad). Wrong, I knew I, and most probably we, was doomed when the last thing our wonderful (and I truly mean that) Korean hostel mate asked was, "Do you have any cold medicine?"
Damn, I knew he was too good to be true, I just hope it's not a mutated strain of avian flu. Maybe he lied about being from South Korean, is it possible that North Korea was covertly using him as a human incubator to spread a new deadly version of the rhinovirus? Nah, his clothes were to modern to be from Kim Jong-il's part of town.
Luckily our luggage was safe and intact when we picked it up from airport storage. Travel to Istanbul and to our apartments was flawless, and even traffic was flowing smoothly through the city - a rare occurrence I am told. A van did come within inches... no, this is Europe, centimeters from trading paint but we were both traveling the same speed and I wanted to see what might have happened. A quick sound of the horn and we were given some room. Our Turkish guides (three in all) turned to us thinking we might have some look of shear terror on our faces, but no we are veterans and this is Turkey dammit! Never let them see you flinch.
After our Mercedes-Benz limo bus some how maneuvered up our cramped street we were given the grand tour, and grand it was: three bedrooms and four beds, a kitchen, dinning room, living room, washer, and balcony overlooking our courtyard and the city beyond. All newly renovated and furnished in one of the world's largest cities (15 - 17 million according to the driver), amazing!
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