Mar 2 2014
Breakfast in Istanbul at the Apricot Hotel - yougurt, fresh-squeezed orange juice, feta, bread, fried eggs, and pink rounds of meaty something I didn't try, tea in tiny glasses.
On arrival yesterday, our host served us Turkish coffee, sweet and thick and strong. Do not swirl-sip gently so the grounds stay safely submerged.
Our journey began at BDL in Hartford with a twin turbo prop with two volunteers getting off the plane because we were too heavy and winds were high. No door to the cockpit and the stuffing falling out of the seat ahead of me caused a moment of wonder. However after the pilot spoke to us about the weight load, I felt reassured by his demeanor and George Clooney good looks, and promptly fell asleep lulled by the full-body onslaught of vibration and white noise.
In Toronto we ate in a futuristic bar where we ordered on Ipads. Who Knew?
Ten hour overnight flight on Air India without incident. Hour to get through line in Istanbul for customs and only 5 seconds to be approved by security and passport stamped. surreal to see my name on a sign outside the airport - we had lost a day, but not me.
The Bosphorus with Asia in the distance floated in a haze to our right driving into the old city to find our hotel.
I am fighting with my Ipad to try to access my photos. I installed an app to transfer them from my Iphone to the Ipad but when I click on the photo icon to insert a pic it won't let me access them except from a URL or from Picassa web album. ANY HINTS?
Enough - off for a grand walk to Hagia Sophia, Topkapi Palace, and the Grand Bazaar. The sun is out.
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