Maybe….just maybe…every holiday out of
England needs to frustrate me at the beginning so I can enjoy it all the
more. After a frustrating night’s sleep
we were on the 6.10am bus to Heathrow from Kingston. It seems as though the bus teases you as it
goes around the edge of the entire airport (seemingly 10 times) before you
arrive. Check in – simple enough concept
– not for the Poms. After finally
getting to the front of the queue, our attendant disappears for half an hour
with no explanation. But we’re on
holidays. Once again without explanation
our flight leaves 2 hours later than scheduled.
We fly into Vienna, missing our
connection – hoping for a night in a hotel – to find we have been rebooked on a
Turkish Airlines flight in 2 hours. Of
the 15 rows of seats on the flight, we manage to get the one where someone had
thrown up the flight before. Nice
smell! At 8.30pm, with my ears screaming
in pain from the descent, we arrive in Istanbul’s Ataturk Airport.
We get through passport control without a
hitch and our bags are waiting. It is
now dark and we are unsure of what to do, so we decide to get an agency to book
us into a hotel. He suggested 3 (we took
the cheapest). We took Hotel Eris as it
looked OK in the brochure. The drive
into town was scarier than any roller coaster I had been on, and at several
points I thought we weren’t going to make it.
The drive through the city was great.
I was pleased with where we were going.
Then the driver took a turn off the main road and within 2 minutes we
were at the hotel. It looked like a
seedy part of town, but we were only going to be here for the night. We got our US$65 room (can someone say “rip
off”) and just crashed – equally parts tired and scared to leave the hotel.
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