Thrown Into The Deep End

I We were thrown right into it. The maze of stalls and shops which compete for space in Istanbul's grand bazaar is bewildering and exciting at the same time. The first people who greet you are those trying to sell you fake perfumes which they advertise as being from the 'black market.' Funnily enough, a…Read more Thrown Into The Deep End

Upon Arriving In Istanbul

Well in all fairness, our hotel in Istanbul was called 'Petrul' which may or may not have a deeper meaning in Turkish. We didn't bother to find out since we were too busy staring open-jawed at the way it had failed to meet our expectations. It wasn't terrible at first sight but as we had…Read more Upon Arriving In Istanbul