Some last sights of istanbul...

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We have left Istanbul more than a week ago now, but since Ankara is not a city of much action (our life here is just the oposite of life in Istanbul, except for our sleeping pattern...) I will put some more pictures of Istanbul.

That city just never sleeps, you can walk around it for days and only your feet will get tired of it. Istanbul passes the test of nightlife, the crucial point for entering the list of a young traveller's favourite cities! Each day, we would wake up late, and either walk until the sea in order to drink turkish tea and eat supper yummy pastries (they beat the french ones in both price and taste, you should see people's faces at seeing me eating chocolate cake for breakfast! haaaa I love travelling!), or stay home and prepare a large simit (bread with sesame seeds), cucumber, tomato, feta cheese and olives breakfast. After having walked Sıla's dad's nutcase of a dog and put our lives at stake to protect him from the local dog bouncing cats, we would finaly get out of the house. The day would go like that: "oh I never tried that! Let's eat it... Ouuuch I am so full!...Hey let's walk... and eat again... and have coffee...oh it's cold! Let's wrap ourselves in our identical scarves and keep going until we can take no more!".

At night, after having escaped from the city's busiest street, we'd either walk in a place and meet friends, and stay there for hours (I love this habit, people here and in the balkans seem to have a different conception of time than the stressed and busy french and dutchies), or not know which place to pick since each place seems funkier than the previous one. One of our favourites: the cuban bar. Climb 5 floors up on a narrow staircase full of artistic graffiti and enjoy the rooftop view and the reaggae music on the building's rooftop!

The only annoying thing, as anyone who's come to Turkey noticed, is that you can't walk by a place or even less take a look inside without being submerged by attempts to get you in. But for the rest, and except the night I got robbed in the safest and poshest bar of the city (which was taken so seriously by the local police that we ended up walking around with a bunch of policemen the next day, I've had worse times...) Istanbul rocks! Besides the crazy nights, there were also lazy cats, crazy cats, fat ginger cats, and beautiful lightened buildings around squares with great jazz gigs.

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