Get up, grab a pastry which turns out to be another olive-stuffed one (not that I'm complaining mind you, but occasionally I like to know what I'm eating before I put it in my mouth) and jump on the bus to İzmir which takes about 7 hours total to get me to the town centre. My Standard Procedure of heading straight for the tourist office for a map fails me as the place is closed. I find the hotel area and start making enquiries.
Some of these hotels are unbelievable cheap - I'm offered a bed for about £3.50 but I opt for a more expensive room in a hotel where 'security' doesn't mean they can padlock you into your room in the middle of the night. Call me picky but there are some things I don't feel like compromising on.
I didn't have high hopes for İzmir and they were fully reasised. Maybe I'm slightly unfair when I say that İzmir is a dump, but İzmir is a dump. Admittedly I arrived too late in the day to check out any museums they have, but the entire town's claim to fame is that they didn't build a motorway here once when they could have done.
Alright, the walk among the seafront was pleasant enough, right up until the bit the sıx-year-old kid started pestering me for 'money money money' with a stupid grin that I didn't punch, but only because there were other people around. And yes, today's kebab was served in a proper sit-down cafe, with a salad and everything, and live music. But the rest of the city is just faceless metropolis. The Bazaar is supposed to be worth a visit, and maybe I got the wrong entrance or maybe I was just not payıng attention, but I'm reasonably sure to get there you need to walk through a Debenhams.
So I thought screw it, if İzmir can't be arsed then I can't be arsed, and went to watch Fast & Furious 4, which is good fun if, like me, you enjoy bad films. Bed early so I can get the hell away from here tomorrow.
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