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Had something to eat at Sydney Airport, declined food and drink on the plane – mostly because I was still mostly full. But also because I was kind of hoping for some hainan chicken at Changi airport...before I recalled that we'll be arriving at 9pm local time and I'll be leaving at 2am local time.
Here's hoping there's something open in the airport that serves food.
I'd kind of forgotten how much I dislike flying. I like getting to where I'm going, but the actual process of flying isn't particularly enjoyable.
Personally, what I dream of is the situation in The Fifth Element where people basically go and lie down in bunks and they just fall straight asleep for as long as the trip takes. That would be excellent. And you'd arrive refreshed, instead of absolutly exhausted.
Doing the math: I woke up at 7am Sydney time, will arrive in Singapore around midnight Sydney time. Will leave Singapore around 5am Sydney time. And will arrive in Istanbul around 6pm Sydney time. So that's 36 hours without decent sleep. I'm probably not going to be terribly human upon reaching Istanbul...
There were food places open – a 24-hour eat street - but the hainan chicken place had closed by the time I got there. I ended up having bakuteh instead – pork ribs in soup with a bunch Tryna find somewhere to sleep in Changi airport was a nightmare. Got about 40 minutes of drowse in, but otherwise I boarded the flight expecting to be really zoned out at the other end of the flight. Got a couple of sketchy hours in – enough that I arrived in Istanbul feeling halfway human.
Flying into Istanbul, over the Sea of Marmara around 7:30am.
Mind you, I arrived in Istanbul at 8am. That means there's an entire day to while away. And since my travel companion doesn't make it in until about midnight, once I'd gotten our room sorted out, I opted to walk up and down through the streets of the old city. We're basically one street beneath the Blue Mosque and the streets are tiny.
One of the innumerable ruins just standing around the Old City.
I walked up to the Blue Mosque, got waylaid by one of the guys outside a turkish sweet place, one of which he offered me to lure me in, and then tried to sell me silk carpets! After I extricated myself (pointing out that I'd just spent 16 hours on a plane and wanted to walk), I walked all around the area. Mostly, I ended up taking photos of the architecture of the area, because it's a weird mish-mash of everything and kind of fascinating.
Probably an old water-fountain - there are lots of these in the Old City, dating back hundreds of years. Apparently the locals preferred moving water to still water, so, springs and fountains and aqueducts that filled these built fountains...
Here's hoping there's something open in the airport that serves food.
I'd kind of forgotten how much I dislike flying. I like getting to where I'm going, but the actual process of flying isn't particularly enjoyable.
Personally, what I dream of is the situation in The Fifth Element where people basically go and lie down in bunks and they just fall straight asleep for as long as the trip takes. That would be excellent. And you'd arrive refreshed, instead of absolutly exhausted.
Doing the math: I woke up at 7am Sydney time, will arrive in Singapore around midnight Sydney time. Will leave Singapore around 5am Sydney time. And will arrive in Istanbul around 6pm Sydney time. So that's 36 hours without decent sleep. I'm probably not going to be terribly human upon reaching Istanbul...
There were food places open – a 24-hour eat street - but the hainan chicken place had closed by the time I got there. I ended up having bakuteh instead – pork ribs in soup with a bunch Tryna find somewhere to sleep in Changi airport was a nightmare. Got about 40 minutes of drowse in, but otherwise I boarded the flight expecting to be really zoned out at the other end of the flight. Got a couple of sketchy hours in – enough that I arrived in Istanbul feeling halfway human.
Flying into Istanbul, over the Sea of Marmara around 7:30am.
Mind you, I arrived in Istanbul at 8am. That means there's an entire day to while away. And since my travel companion doesn't make it in until about midnight, once I'd gotten our room sorted out, I opted to walk up and down through the streets of the old city. We're basically one street beneath the Blue Mosque and the streets are tiny.
One of the innumerable ruins just standing around the Old City.
I walked up to the Blue Mosque, got waylaid by one of the guys outside a turkish sweet place, one of which he offered me to lure me in, and then tried to sell me silk carpets! After I extricated myself (pointing out that I'd just spent 16 hours on a plane and wanted to walk), I walked all around the area. Mostly, I ended up taking photos of the architecture of the area, because it's a weird mish-mash of everything and kind of fascinating.
Probably an old water-fountain - there are lots of these in the Old City, dating back hundreds of years. Apparently the locals preferred moving water to still water, so, springs and fountains and aqueducts that filled these built fountains...
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