Welcome to the nightlife of Istanbul
Somewhere in the glittering streets of Taksim we finally found our club. Standing on the balcony feels like the queen talking to their folks just that the folks are talking to you and want to sell you everything, jewellery, hats, roses and food. They even throw cucumbers up to you!
In another club we walked up three floors to finally end under the rooftop where you can see the dark sky with stars.To the sound of finest beats you can regard the sky turning brighter - smack my picture!
When the sky is blue again and the music is out we made our way through the crowded streets up to the dolmus station where we grabed on direction Bostanci. Inside the party continues and you can see the sun rising above the Inönü-Stadion.
Everthing's gonna be alright, everthings gonna be ok.
Hungry as we were we treated ourselves for being safe back home with a nice breakfast in our neighboorhood in the sunshine.
The result of the night:
one telephone number on the arm and one broken high heel
but we survived - HAM hard as you mother as you use to say in London!
Somewhere in the glittering streets of Taksim we finally found our club. Standing on the balcony feels like the queen talking to their folks just that the folks are talking to you and want to sell you everything, jewellery, hats, roses and food. They even throw cucumbers up to you!
In another club we walked up three floors to finally end under the rooftop where you can see the dark sky with stars.To the sound of finest beats you can regard the sky turning brighter - smack my picture!
When the sky is blue again and the music is out we made our way through the crowded streets up to the dolmus station where we grabed on direction Bostanci. Inside the party continues and you can see the sun rising above the Inönü-Stadion.
Everthing's gonna be alright, everthings gonna be ok.
Hungry as we were we treated ourselves for being safe back home with a nice breakfast in our neighboorhood in the sunshine.The result of the night:
one telephone number on the arm and one broken high heel
but we survived - HAM hard as you mother as you use to say in London!
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