dear mr & mrs bloggie…
It has been sometime since I cried before a flight. This heart so heavy, body so unwilling seemed unfit to bring itself to work, what to leave home once again, only to be spent in another man’s land.
You could say I was lucky to be given long flights one after another… because needless to say, it definitely means more income. But at this rate, money without a doubt failed to bestow me much happiness as I lay on my hotel bed lonely each night hoping to talk to loved ones.
Mother, seeing me so sad, shed tears as she helped me pull my bags to be loaded into Wil’s car. She gave me a tight hug and that was what it took for me to cry once again. I was that reluctant mrs bloggie; Firstly, to say goodbye to Mother at home, then to say goodbye to Wil at the airport. It was hard.
This time, my destination was Istanbul via Dubai. Seven days away proved quite a challenge, but of course. I just thank the above for giving me great colleagues to work with on this trip.
Istanbul was more magnificent than I could ever imagine. As I walked down the streets, I could do no more than to gawk at its beauty. So much so, I failed to capture them in my camera, so busy was I, in awe so to speak.
Shame on me for not knowing much about Istanbul but I shall share with you what little insights I could grasp on. Yea, after all I didn’t quite ace geography back in school. Ehem.
See, Istanbul (from what I was told) is the only city that belongs to two continents, that belonging to Europe and Asia. Raise your hand should you already know this. Kudos. One mark goes to you.
I, on the other hand, had not an inkling. So picture my surprise when I was told I was crossing the bridge and heading towards the European side of Istanbul. Well, in my terms, it means, heck of a world, I just walked from Asia to Europe. Dude, I just rocked my own boat!
Right. Proceeding on…
The two kind souls who actually entertained my request to bring me around were my two big bros, Azam and Azam. (Yup, the irony)
Being a first hand tourist, I was glad they answered my questions, (rhetorical or not was beside the point of course) and taught me quite a lot. It was exactly what a field trip should be. I was but a cute student. Ok not funny. Next.
We walked for quite a bit, an hour or so amidst the blistering cold and they showed me no mercy as I whined annoyingly to show my fatigue for really, a girl was by no means fitter than two men, ME at that. Bluergh. No chance of eliciting a respond from them. Hence, we kept walking, I kept cursing to the devil.
We finally reached the one place that I have wanted to visit: The Blue Mosque. Hoorah!
And that is that. I can’t describe much, ladies and gentlemen, because it was already dark when we reached the place and we had to wait for Isyak to end before going in and the rain, damn you, started to show its presence. And I, I was already too tired and cold to do anything at that point. Sooo.... we left soon after. Erm... meaning to say, I didn't take shots inside the mosque. Shame. On. Me.
But! Allow me to show you the pictures that I got. Since description of Istanbul would be better justified through photos, here I present you thee.
**Azam was kind enough to be a photographer for the day and shoot pictures of me ol me. 
Above: The bridge to cross from the Asian side to the European side.
Azam and Azam
My willing photographer.
So there you have it. Pictures of myself in Istanbul. I apologize for not taking as many snaps of this beautiful city because wretchedly, it was quite dark. Next time ok?
cintafasyalba
