Killing time in the apartment meant using the bathroom, accidentally hitting the bidet spray button, and completely soaking himself, his clothes and the bathroom. When he emerged from the bathroom, man, I haven't laughed that hard in a long time. He was not amused, but I sure was! I think I got out the blowdryer to try and help in between fits of laughter.
It was Thursday - Thanksgiving Day! And to celebrate, we had Chinese food since Rob can't get any international cuisine in Ankara. It was a great meal, even if not authentic in any way.
Rob lived in Istanbul for a few months in the summer, so he was an expert navigator. And he navigated us to a wonderful dessert place where he made me try this - tavuk göğsü:
Bedtime chatter involved catching up on our mutual DC/Georgetown friends and dating/relationship talks. Cause isn't that what everyone talks about?
Friday - a day of exploration to the Asia side!
Walking through Taksim.
See the seagull.Kadıköy
The shop owner even threw in some extras for us. I'll never turn down more dessert.Ciya for lunch, since everyone talks about it.
Konak Kebap on Istiklal.
Pasifik Pastanesi. The neighbors probably thought we were doing something inappropriate, based on the noises we made while eating this. It was incredible. I think it cost a whole 2 dollars. I promise it would be worth the trip to Istanbul just to eat one of these.
Pretty soon it was almost midnight and Rob had to catch his bus back to Ankara, and I had to cram everything my bags before my morning flight home.
The next morning a couple Turkish guys were right outside my apartment, and one of them took one of my two suitcases and walked the 15 minutes with me to the Havas bus stop. Thanks, mister! I shed a couple tears as the bus rolled out of Taksim. This was a great trip.
Airport security was insane - no less than 7 checkpoints for flights to the US. I texted MCB that he'd better hurry and get there, though he had managed to show up early. I ran into Jihan again in line - she was supposed to fly back the day before, missed her flight by ten minutes due to all those silly security checkpoints, had to buy a new place ticket and was now on my flight after a night in a sketchy hotel. Seriously, what's the point of showing your passport to someone, walking 3 feet, showing it to someone else, then walking 4 ft and showing it to someone else? All while in a single file, long, crammed line after you've already been through scanning machines and immigration? I don't get it.
I survived the 14-hour plane ride back to LAX in a middle seat while listening to two families fighting over a crib they'd both reserved with the airline. Seriously people - it's an airline, not a 5 star hotel. You think that confirmations actually mean something?
A couple meals and several movies later, I was home. Turkey - you haven't seen the last of me. Thanks for a great time.