So, after a brief stay in Sultanhamet at the (less-than) Cordial Hostel, I up and moved across the Galata Bridge (yay first international flight ever) to a the Chamber of the Boheme, right off Istiklal Street. It is neither as mysterious or as risque as it sounds. Que lastima. It is run by a rather rude fellow named Ahmed, who apparently likes to personify women in online chat rooms so he can talk to straight men. But he also likes to hit on all the women in the hostel and beg for kisses. Haven't quite figured that one out yet.
The up side is that the hostel is smack dab in the middle of the most happening part of town--a lovely shopping street closed to cars and full of bars, pubs, and cafes. The down side is that it is smack dab in the middle....of a lovely shopping street and EVERYTHING is on sale. Everything. And so I bought a new pair of jeans to replace the Egytpian fiasco that were intended to replace the favorite pair I sold for a dollar. And now I want to buy another pair. The store even hems them for you for free! That's a deal, right?
Oh my, I surely need to leave İstanbul before anymore damage is done to my credit card.
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