Turkey

went to turkey last weekend to watch the F1 Grand Prix and had an amazing time. the people over in istanbul are some of the friendliest that i have met. Where to start when talking about turkey is difficult to say. do i comment about the F1 race or the very impressive Lewis Hamilton in the GP2. alternatively i could talk about the tourist attractions like the Aya Sofia or the blue mosque, maybe the supprisingly old New Mosque all of which are bueatiful buildings and full of history (admitadly not as butiful as the Taj Mahal but on there way) mayby i talk about the Topki palace which is huge and was used by a long chain of ottoman Sultans and each have added there own feal to the place so that the eventual result is a higlty picklety range of buildings each with there own history and charm. Alternatively theres one of my personal favorates the Basilica Cistern which is a huge underground water chamber built in the 6th centuary and has quite a large population of fish living in it.

with all of this decideing where to start i have realised that i have told you about turkey at least at the surface, and so i don't need to start anywhere. but parhaps i should mention the turkish Bath. now im not usually one for massarges or public bathing but as i was in turkey and they are supposed to be an experience i thought id give it a try. So i located the bath house entered pointed to a menu in turkish that i could'nt work out handed my money over and was told to go upstairs. upstairs i was ushered in to a personal changing room and got change so that only a towel remained. Then i was ushered back downstairs and pointed to a door. imidiately as the door opened i effectively went blind as a wall of heat hit me and clouded my glasses, as the fog cleared i was a little disorintated as i was slapped on the shoulder and pointed to my allotted section of a raised marble platform (i should say that the sauna room was pritty impressive). then i was left on my own without really knowing what i needed to do so i kind of just sat there melting, after i thought i had taaken as much heat as i could cope with, the man who had slapped me retured for more pain. now this man was a fat turkish man who clearly hated me and his job because he did his best to kill me. so there i was happilly lying down on my front when he puts all his weight down upon me to the point where i can no longer breath, he then trys to break me from every angle untill he hits me on the back not sure what this means i turn to look at him at which point i work out he wants me to turn over, and then he trys to crush me once again. this sort of beaviour would normally be enough to get the man arested but in turkey you are expected to tip, eventually the mans touture stoped and i was left in the unbearable heat to try and recover. given all that i have just said youd think that that would be enough but it was actually quite inviguating and i would gladly go back to let them trya and kill me once again.

so that was turkey and just like the locals i didn't even mention the bombs.