I arrived in Istanbul tired on a dreary grey morning. And while this made my first day there a bit blah, the remainder of my stay was anything but.
The bus from Gallipoli arrived at 05:30 and despite the fact that I was the only passenger headed to the tourist centre of Sultanamhet, the free “servis” shuttle still made its appointed trip. On my arrival at 06:00 Sultanamhet was astonishingly quiet, especially in comparison with its previous appearance the day after the Champion’s League final.
My second arrival in Istanbul was a bit simpler, as I’d already found a hostel. This allowed me to head straight there and, almost immediately upon arriving, fall asleep.
By the time I woke, it was past noon, and though much of the day was gone I was keen to get something interesting, or at least useful, done that day.