Elena's working all day on her Masters so I go museum hunting. I go to the Museum of the War of Independence which is full, and I mean packed-to-the-rafters, you-blatently-didn't-do-a-fire-risk-assessment full of Turkish kids - looks like several scout and guide troops and a school or five. The museum itself is all in Turkish but the experience is amusing, if bizarre.
Find the Transport Museum which is just excellent - loads of models and exhibits of trains, bikes, planes, boats... well, transport, I guess. Go book hunting in the afternoon and score a couple of cheap thrillers which should tide me over the next week or so.
She's still working when I get back so I go to what I'm assuming is my last hamam trip (as they are too expensive in Istanbul). Turns out that in contrast to my previous experiences, the hamam I'm in is the gay one, but the physical cleanliness outweights the dirt of shame, so on balance I'm ahead.
We catch the night train to Istanbul.
She's still working when I get back so I go to what I'm assuming is my last hamam trip (as they are too expensive in Istanbul). Turns out that in contrast to my previous experiences, the hamam I'm in is the gay one, but the physical cleanliness outweights the dirt of shame, so on balance I'm ahead.
We catch the night train to Istanbul.
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