Istanbul, Istanbul what a beautiful city. Half in Europe, half in Asia with a diversity of food and culture. Turkey had never appealed to me like France, Spain or Italy because I never really knew what was in the country. I had just heard about it in the news, mostly in a negative setting, like many of my friends, but when I found out that my family and I were going to visit some friends there I started the research. It’s really sad that many people don’t dare to/can travel to this country afraid of terror, because it’s absolutely marvellous!
When we first arrived, the “worst” thing happened. Our luggage had gone missing so we didn’t have anything clean the two first days there. I wasn’t really happy, but oh well, what could we do about it but wait? Anyhow, the day we were supposed to return to Norway wasn’t better. The plane from Istanbul to the Netherlands was cancelled because of bad weather, so we had to spend an extra day in Istanbul. Couldn’t complain about that, but we were all packed up and had left all of the local money at our friends’ place, so it was a bit of a stress. However, the stay was really fun in despite of the inconveniences from Norway to Turkey and back.
Anyway, the reason why we went to Turkey was because of my dad’s best friend and his family had moved to Istanbul (work), and my parents had decided that we should pay them a visit when they first were in Europe. They are lovely people, and we had so much fun with them. We stayed at their house, and the area was so cool. They had a pool and a tennis court, and this was the first time I tried tennis ever.
The following days we went out eating and trying the local food. The markets here are amazing as well with fruits, candy, meats, vegetables and everything of turkish delights.
Once again we played tourists, and we took the sightseeing bus in the city centre. We visited more markets, the mosques, the quay and took a sightseeing ferry as well. If I am not totally wrong, we took the bus over to the asian side of Istanbul as well.
The food we ate was delicious. Our friends introduced us to places they found nice, and they surely weren’t wrong. But, somehow I went to Turkey, and didn’t eat kebab. I have never been a fan of the kebab meat, so I didn’t wanted to try it even though I was offered it too many times. Haha, oh well.
One of the things I love about travelling is to interact with the locals. In Istanbul they were so nice and friendly, but sure as hell good to sell, haha! They were really joyful, always with a smile on their face and always tried to make us laugh.