One week in Istanbul

It is my belief that if you stay in any foreign country long enough, you will eventually have to face a series of bureaucratic hurdles. For us, that day was today. I will spare you the full story, because such details, like those of elaborate dreams or delayed air travel, are really only of interest to those who experience them. Suffice it to say that the following were involved: grey municipal offices; mysterious office hours; signatures in specific ink colors; at least one wild goose chase; photocopies made by a sausage vendor; and more official stamps than we could shake a stick at.

The result: our Turkish sim cards still work.

Here is one lone iPhone photo I took as we trudged across the city.


Istanbul, Mieke Strand

Görüşürüz!  -Mieke

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