We left Rome mighty, mighty early to get our quick flight to Istanbul (two-and-a-half hours-ish to get to an entirely different world), and while I had been excited about Lisbon, and excited about returning to Rome, Istanbul was really going to be the star of this trip and I was excited, nervous, excited, and tired. When we touched down and I began hearing and seeing Turkish and we began the mystifying process of getting tokens to use on public transit (we were unsuccessful the whole visit on getting an Istanbulkart–the reusable card for public transit), I became humbled and overwhelmed and awed and amazed. Those feelings are why I travel and why I will continue to travel until the end of my days
As we made our way on the tram through the sprawl of the city (I hadn’t realized at the time, but Istanbul’s population is around 14.5 million, quite big), I thought to myself:
Followed quickly thereafter by:
My god the world is astonishing.
Man this public transit is a MILLION times better than Rome’s…why is Rome’s public transit such shit?!?
And when the first minarets came into view:
Now this is an adventure!
More on Istanbul to come…