First Days in Istanbul

[Once again, apologies, as I started writing this on Wednesday, but put it aside & I just finished it on Sunday evening…oh, bother!]

Istanbul Wed March 1 Hi: 11°C/52°F Lo: 8°C/46°F Overcast & windy

Lyle & Anna arrived from the airport in the middle of the afternoon, yesterday; my flight was the day before, Monday. Since I woke up in Istanbul, I was able to make contact with the Airbnb host after breakfast and he told me that since the apartment was empty, I could take the apartment at any time, no need to wait for the 3 p.m. check-in. I thanked him for the courtesy, not wishing to trudge around town with my luggage in tow. The rental was easy to find, as it was just up the hill from the last station on the M1 tram line, no missing my stop, everyone off! 

I had stayed the night, Monday, at a small hostel in the Sultanahmet section of Istanbul, close by the Hagia Sofia & the Blue Mosque. That became clear at 6 a.m. the next morning, when the 'call to prayer' rang out across the city. Being so close to, like, 4 major mosques, the sing-song cadence was more 'cacophony' than musical. Unlike hostels in other major European cities, this backpacker inn had a working kitchen on the ground floor, and the following morning, there were Turks coming & going, ordering breakfast, even though they were not staying at the hostel. When I asked for coffee, my table-mate laughed, as it was a large mug with cream; the young man, from Australia, asked if I had ordered such a  'tall white;' I shook my head, no. He speculated that the cook heard my American accent, if you will, and assumed I wanted an 'Americano,' not a shot, as he was drinking it (an espresso). My breakfast consisted of a couple of pieces of sliced salami, a small piece of hard cheese, olives, sliced green pepper, a ramekin of rose hip jam and 3 cookies(!); with a side plate of scrambled eggs topped with a Turkish spice mix. Oh, and a large basket of sliced baguette. It was 'lezzetli,' delicious.

The Australian looked to be in his mid- to late-20's, traveling around Europe for six months. I asked him why he was here in winter, when it was nice & warm in his part of the world. It was apparently a matter of timing; he had the time, so he made the trip. A very pleasant & handsome man, we did not talk long, as he was to meet some friends he had made, to go exploring Istanbul, much as I was.

Our rental apartment is conveniently located at the junction of five different means of transportation: the M1 tram, the Metro Red Line, a funicular, many buses & a plethora of public ferries chock-a-block at all hours with commuters crossing over to the Asian side of Istanbul, across the Bosporus Strait. We can easily get to any part of Istanbul we want, which is terribly convenient. But the apartment itself leaves much to be desired, with some things needing repair, but the inexpensive rent is worth the hassles. More on this later.