If you have done even the smallest amount of travel by public transit, whether it be plane or bus, train or boat you know firsthand the business of hurry-up-and-wait. Today was that kind of day.
After showering and packing, we ate breakfast by the pool then waited, waited, waited for the right time to check out and catch the bus. The bus schedule said to be on board by 10:10 so after a quick 15 minute walk to the depot, we settled into our seats and more waiting, waiting, waiting.
The 45 minute ride landed us at the airport 2 hours ahead of our flight but it was a rush to go through the initial security, then a dragging hour line up to get our boarding passes, which Turkish Airlines doesn’t seem to do online. At 1:45 the plane left for Istanbul and we arrived within the hour. We boarded another bus, settled in and more waiting, waiting, waiting until it took off for Taksim Square in the newer part of the city. 45 minutes later we were walking down an insanely crowded street to look for a 9 room hotel. It’s all a bit of a blur but I do remember walking for 90 minutes in our search and later covering the same ground in 15.
The thing with small, locally run boutique hotels is that they are frequently difficult to find. No exception for the obscure Peradays Otel.
Gord has gone to the “office” to print the boarding passes and I am doing what I have become accustomed to; wait, wait, wait.
