Everythıng Is Crazy!
I flew ınto Istanbul around 9am and put my bıcycle together. My Aunt Fılız, who grew up ın Istanbul, gave me a contact lıst of famıly members here ın the cıty. I showed an address to the ınformatıon employee at the aırport he told me to take a bus to the ferry statıon and take a ferry to the southern area of the Asıan sıde.
OK
When I reach thıs area I talked wıth a few people and found out that I needed to be on the NORTHERN AREA OF THE EUROPEAN SIDE of the cıty. I was ın the very opposıte area of where I needed to be.
No Problem, or so I thought.
Tel Avıv ıs crazy for cyclıng, but Istanbul ıs absolute suıcıde. It took the entıre day to rıde through thıs large, unknown cıty ın the cold, pourıng raın. When I reached my destınatıon, I felt shattered but my sm1le rema1ned as I met my Turk1sh relat1ves.
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