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"My friend!! Where are you from?" the swarthy man in a suit standing outside the Hagia Sophia greeted us with an expansive gesture and even more expansive grin.
   I automatically looked at the ground and kept walking, as did my friends Aaron and Amalie, but next thing I know Mark is talking to him.
   We stand around awkwardly for a moment waiting for Mark to extricate himself but he only sinks deeper in trying to explain to the man why he doesn't want to partake of his "Turkish hospitality!" and go with him to his rug store where there'll be "no pressure!" and ":D"

   I wander across the square and take some photos of the nearby Blue Mosque. I come back and the man has switched to acting deeply offended by Mark's refusal of his "hospitality," while Mark desperately tries to dig himself out of a hole he doesn't seem to realize will inevitably get deeper.
   Conveniently my shoe needs to be tied to I attend to that in front of them, which brings attention to my combat boots, something I was hoping would maybe intimidate the smarmy businessman a little at least.

"Oh you are a soldier! Where from!" the man's reaction is immediate and pronounced.

"Oh no, he just wears those because they're utilitarian" quickly explains Mark.

::FACEPALM!::

   Finally we somehow manage to extract Mark from the conversation and make our escape. Even then he comments on feeling guilty over disappointing the friendly man. Silly, silly, lad.

   One must constantly avoid eye contact with shopkeepers here, and avoid responding to anyone that comes up to you peddling wares, lest they will mercilessly attempt to inveigle their trinkets upon you. (If asked anything in English and for some reason not in a position to ignore them completely, my trick is to respond with "jag prata inte engelska!")

   But this got me thinking, why is it that the streets here and many other places are so rife with scammers and pickpockets trying to empty your pockets with their devious gestures, but the United States seems completely devoid of this villiany? Don't get me wrong I've encountered every trıck nı the book at SOME poınt ın the US, but not at the rıfe and ın your face levels ıt ıs here. EVEN ın downtown Hollywood or Vegas.
   All I could come up with is that perhaps it's the much maligned gun culture -- keep that kind of shenanigans up anywhere in the United States, even if you try to only target tourists, and eventually you'll annoy someone who will blow you away. Or at least punch you in the face.


Related Picture of the Day


Blue Mosque, Istanbul

Not the best picture but it is the specific picture I took in the middle of the above incident (which occured this past Frday)

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   Hello from Istanbul!


Yesterday
   My yesterday started on Wednesday (the 14th). I spent the day getting ready and then didn't go to bed because I had to leave at 03:00 in the morning to catch my flight. So it was all like one giant run on day.
   Flight left San Diego around 06:30 Thursday and arrived in Istanbul around 09:30 FRIDAY. Staying up all night Wednesday was the best decision ever though because the six hour flight to New York felt like barely an hour due to me being asleep the whole time.
   Hour and a half layover in NY during which we each had three shots and a tall beer (well I don't think Aaron's wife Amalie did? In fact I don't think I've seen her drink? But us three lads did (we consist of Mark, Aaron & Amalie & myself)). Then on the plane Mark and I managed to get no less than NINE small bottles of wine out of the stewardess. I teased Mark that she fancied him, but man did we have a steady supply of some shitty Chilean wine. I probably would have gotten more sleep though if I hadn't been busy drinking (I'm actually pretty slow at drinking shitty beverages).

   The only other highlight of the flight I recall is a young couple sitting a few rows in front of us both went back to use the lavatories at the same time, causing us to snicker about ulterior motives. Later Aaron tells me he saw the couple getting a stern talking-to from the air marshall.

   After checking into our hotel (which is conveniently located just across a square from the Blue Mosque and many other landmarks in central old town Istanbul) we went to check out the Hagia Sophia Basilica. I'd link to wiki pages here about the things I'm mentioning but this computer is painfully painfully slow. I took a number of pictures, but again, painfully slow computer, so I might upload more once I'm done with other things. I've taken 119 pictures so far, and incidently Amalie has apparently already taken 523.
   After the Basilica we checked out the neat underground Basilica Cistern. It had giant fish in it that we're pretty sure eat tourists.
   Also it was raining this day. That night we called it an early night around 22:00 because we were all feeling pretty jetlagged (and I hadn't slept other than in an airplane chair for about 72 hours!).


Today (Saturday the 17th)
   Eight hours later the morning prayer call woke us up around 06:00. I was already feeling pretty wakeful so I got up. Figured I'd get on the internet for an hour or so before anyone else got up but lo there were already people down here on the computermachine!!
   At 08:00 complimentary breakfast was served up on the top floor of the hotel, from where there was a beautiful view (see picture below). And I interrupt this narrative to mention that at this moment the evening call to prayer is being sounded.
   After a delicious breakfast of local cheeses and breads and jams and yogurt and honey on the comb (it actually looked like kinda shitty honeycomb but it tasted good and different from what I'm used to!)
   Then we spent several hours exploring the Topkapi Palace, the former capitol of the Ottoman Empire.
   Lots of other wandering around today but I didn't set down to write an exhaustive accounting of our adventures. I was just going to bang out the highlights and somehow this is already pretty long.

   Presently it is 18:35 and I believe the others are all napping. Later we plan to go to the "new" part of town and party it up, being as it is Saturday night and all.

   Tomorrow I think we might ride the ferry up the Bosporus?


Picture of the Day


The Blue Mosque
As seen from our hotel!

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