We check out all the transport options into Istanbul from the airport and we decide to negotiate a taxi fee, as we have been travelling most of the day. The money went well, but the ride was terrifying. As you know, I'm not the best passenger and this guy is speeding like a man who is keen to break the record for the trip! Mum kept on telling me to look out the window and not straight ahead. After several stops at wrong hotels, and a very mysterious and scary turn up a one way street, dodging the other traffic, we make it to our hotel. We check in and the the reception dude tells that a lady has been ringing him to see if we have arrived. It's Books of course, as she has been waiting for us. It's so great to see her and I'm talking a million miles an hour trying to catch up. We head out and Books already knows the locals. Mum and I share a pide, and a cup of cay which is Turkish tea. This would be the start of many teas and my quest to get a decent coffee. The cay is served black and it comes in a lovely little glass. Books has the snacks sorted as we have to get up at 5.30am to head off on a tour to Gallipoli. Mum has her own room for the first time in 2 weeks - will she cope? Good night Turkiye.
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