It’s bitter this morning, at breakfast the seagulls seemed to be suffering. One of the other guests took pity on them and braved the elements to give them a bit of cake which they duly demolished.
The sky is full and grey this morning, such a difference to yesterday when the Shepherds warning was there. The rain is steady and it looks baltic. I check the weather forecast and it says real feel – 3C, I did not expect this and I’m regretting not buying the desert head gear that I could have gotten in Jordan.
Not sure what to do today because it’s pissing down and I’m not too keen on going too far. Google tells me it’s 8 minutes to the Archaeological Museum which will no doubt be closer to half and hour for me as I hobble along. Mind you it’s only really my ankle that is swollen now, the rest of my foot is looking and feeling not too bad and my black and blue toes are looking resplendent.
I go to the museum and the heating is off, so it’s not much better inside than out, well at least it’s not raining. After an hour of wandering my core temp is dropping and I’m almost shivering whilst looking at some of the incredible things on show.
I head straight to the Pudding restaurant that I went to yesterday and got soup and goulash accompanied by cooked barley instead of rice…. It was great and brought my core back to normal.
What to do next? I opt for the double decker bus city tour, well at least I can sit and watch the world go by without being cold and wet. Initially I listened to the commentary but it sounds so clinical and the reader sounds bored and I’m not really bothered if the Sultans of Swing built this mosque or not and so I replace their headphones with mine and listen to some sounds as we drive around this huge city in the rain.
We crossed a very high suspension bridge and the wind is blowing a gale and I’ve been in a similar situation years ago cruising over the flyover at Glasgow Airport in KSD92W, my trusty Volvo Decker. At one point I had the steering wheel almost half a turn facing into the wind just to keep the bus in line and on top of this I had the foot planted on the floor to get off that bridge as quick as possible but not our driver, she thought it would be more responsible to put on her hazard lights and sit on about 40 kph….what the fuck, this is only prolonging this dangerous situation. No sense of adventure or maybe just no sense!
There seems to be much and many other things to do in Istanbul, however the three or four things I wish to see will be sufficient for me for this trip, the weather is definitely playing its part in this decision but I also don’t want to walk too far here….. there are a lot of cobbles and uneven surfaces which are just just waiting to pounce. Tomorrow I’ll go to the Haigh Sophie and wait in the queue wrapped up like the Michelin Man as the snow falls about ❄️
