I had delayed my arrival in Turkey in the aftermath of the Atatürk Airport attack. Instead of staying in the city for three nights, I now had only one day to experience Istanbul. This is what I noticed during one long morning around the city.
I enjoyed my extra stop in Sofia, Bulgaria, but it didn’t come without a price. First of all, I angered my Couch Surfing host in Istanbul who didn’t take my late cancellation lightly. When I told him that I changed my plans because of the Atatürk terrorist attack, he sent me a displeased message, telling me I shouldn’t play with his and “other serious CS travelers” time.
Well, you can’t please everyone.
When my stay in Sofia was over, I hopped on a night train to Istanbul on Friday 1st of July. After a long night with a switch to a connecting bus and very little sleep, I finally arrived in the city on two continents on Saturday at 6 am.
First, I headed to my hotel to see if I could get my room early and go back to sleep. No dice. Check-in would be at 1 pm, a young staff member told me bluntly. (His bluntness may have had something to do with the fact that I woke him up when I got to the hotel.)
I looked at the time. It was only 7 am. I had six hours to waste.
As those familiar with Istanbul know, the Mosque in the picture above is not Hagia Sophia. Instead, it is the Sultan Ahmed Mosque, more commonly referred as the Blue Mosque. The less-impressive-on-the-outside Hagia Sofia is actually on the opposite side of this plaza.
(Just don’t ask me how long it took me to realize that this wasn’t Hagia Sofia. Or okay, I admit it: I may have only caught on my mistake once I had entered and left the building. Not even the Blue Mosque brochures in the Blue Mosque rang any bells in my half-asleep head.)
Finally, I did find the real Hagia Sofia and paid the costly entrance fee of about 12,5 euros.
I don’t like big tourist crowds, so I’m glad I got to see the city so early in the morning. I could stroll around at my own pace and see the city slowly wake up. This way, I could also spot things about Istanbul and the local culture that I wouldn’t have noticed otherwise.
For example, I found interesting how almost all the locals who walked outside early in the morning were men. The few women I saw were mostly tourists. As the morning progressed, the gender distribution became more progressed.