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A Tour of Madness in Istanbul
The stressful work has become the only thing I do in my life, consecutive flights in different models of airplanes are our daily bread in the routine of a flight attendant, fortunately, my youth allows me to endure the large number of flight hours accumulated and then get a well-deserved vacation.
Everyone chooses the way to plan their itinerary, I am one of those who prefer to take advantage of everything, so I have no qualms in accepting the trips that other colleagues reject to earn more money in per diem and of course, have the opportunity to visit new countries.
Enjoying each of the cities I get to, became a routine that makes my diary fatten, so along with my 3 crew friends, as soon as the plane puts the wheels on the runway we immediately download on the phone all the necessary tourist guides to launch into the adventure, regardless of the tiredness and fatigue caused by jet lag or lack of sleep for that there is always our faithful companion the coffee.
Tasting the different varieties of coffee and the ways of preparing it in each culture is something fascinating and this trip to Turkey, after more than 14 hours of continuous flight from America, will not be the exception to our routine. I have read a lot about the magical Istanbul for its great historical beauty and ancient architecture, which is something I love to see.
Almost dragging my feet and with deep dark circles under my eyes stretching the length of my face, I ordered a strong coffee at the first coffee shop that crossed our path at the airport, it was nothing surprising, like any drink in these parts it was very bad. We took a tour with an inexpensive company to visit the Hagia Sophia church, one of the ancient jewels of Christianity.
The sleepiness didn't seem to go away and the heat of the city made it worse, my friends and I were as dead as a zombie, hesitation we had a giant-sized iced coffee at a place founded in the 1800s by a gentleman named Mustafa, although tasty it was no big deal because we were still out of energy.
From there we went to the spice market, trying to find some vitality we sat on a red carpet to taste all the requirements of the culture, and the best Arabian coffee in the area on the recommendation of the tour guide. I think we drank at least a liter of coffee each, tasting every type of bean and way to prepare it.
But the mind and body slump continued, at this point we thought we would be defeated by fatigue, then suddenly I raised my voice to motivate my friends and not give up, it was like a spontaneous impulse that surprised everyone.
Visiting the Blue Mosque was our next destination, in this place maintaining silence is a sign of respect for the place of prayer, it was then that I realized that Lucia could not stop talking, she seemed an uncontrollable speaker and accelerated her words raising the tone of voice describing each mural of the place, At the angry look of those who were praying, trying to calm her down a strange laughter began to emerge from inside me for no apparent reason, as it was obvious the clergyman of the place expelled us from the site threatening to call the police.
Surprised by what happened, we all started to laugh out loud, as at least we were having fun and sleep seemed to be leaving our minds. There was little time left on our agenda, so we headed for the big bazaar, in this spectacular market of enormous dimensions we started running around like crazy, I remember that the laughter continued, and the oppressive heat even made the most sensual of the flight attendants in the adventure almost take off her blouse in front of everyone, something very imprudent in such a religious culture.
An explosion of vitality came suddenly to our bodies all at once, to say we did crazy things is to be very modest in the expression we annoyed many vendors, we made others fall in love and even a woman chased us with a knife in hand for touching her husband in the private parts, because my friend thought she saw a strange lump according to her.
It wasn't long before the police found us on the complaint of the mosque cleric, on the way to the airport inside a patrol car and with sleep plus tiredness back together with a terrible headache, the officer told us that there was a virus in the environment that made the coffee had no effect or at least was delayed, so the head of security of the airline, knowing our wanderings and the amount of coffee we drank to keep us awake, contacted them asking them to bring back their chicks lost in Istanbul. Just for that, we were saved from knowing in the flesh the term Turkish prison.
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