Following the motto: "There is no bad weather, just the wrong clothes" I made my way this friday to Nisantisi in the pouring rain (ok, i exaggarate a little bit it was a normal rain but 'pouring' sounds so much more lyric).
After arriving with the ferry in Kabatas I took a long walk up the Inönü stadium crossing the Macka Park. Inside of this parkI found accidentally a small ropeway that took me through the park. The best invested 35 kurus of the day! Up in the air you have a wonderful view across the bosporus. Not without a good reason the English press called the Inönü stadium the most beautiful one worldwide.
Upon the hill when you get out of the park you walk straight into the glamourous streets of Nisantisi. Your eyes can hardly follow all of the designer brands appearing in shiny & bright letters. On your right you see Louis Vitton, on your left Christian Louboutin - or was it the other way round?
The smell of heavy & expensive parfum carried around by old women with botox in their faces is in the air. If these women are not pushing their husbands (or sugar daddys who knows??) from one shopwindow to another they are sitting with their girlfriends in on of the famous cafes. There they represent their shopping bags, sipping on over expensive red wine and are gossiping & laughing.
Just one parallel street further you quickly come back to reality. Here the shoes cost only 39 Lira, not 339 (dikkat: with indirm!). To my own surprise I could remeber this street since I have been there few months before. Should this mean that my orientation beacme better during my stay in Istanbul?
But other things I have to learn the hard way over and over again. For example do not take the bus at 5 pm, especially on an friday. The fact that I catched a double decker made the situation a bit better. I was sitting on top in the first row and felt a bit like on my own little sightseeing tour. The bus takes a very unknown route so I enjoyed the view outside and could puzzle all the different districts of Istanbul together in my mind. We crossed the brigde when it became dark and the lights turned on. I was not able to count how many red backlights of the cars where there. Some peaks of the hills were still covered with a rest of snow. And finally I once payed attention to the neon yellow sign with the title "Asia welcomes you" (how could it come that all the times I crossed the brigde I had never seen it counciously?) Also I had the chance to write this whole story cause I did not get sick thanks to the enduring traffic jam.
After arriving with the ferry in Kabatas I took a long walk up the Inönü stadium crossing the Macka Park. Inside of this parkI found accidentally a small ropeway that took me through the park. The best invested 35 kurus of the day! Up in the air you have a wonderful view across the bosporus. Not without a good reason the English press called the Inönü stadium the most beautiful one worldwide.
Upon the hill when you get out of the park you walk straight into the glamourous streets of Nisantisi. Your eyes can hardly follow all of the designer brands appearing in shiny & bright letters. On your right you see Louis Vitton, on your left Christian Louboutin - or was it the other way round?
The smell of heavy & expensive parfum carried around by old women with botox in their faces is in the air. If these women are not pushing their husbands (or sugar daddys who knows??) from one shopwindow to another they are sitting with their girlfriends in on of the famous cafes. There they represent their shopping bags, sipping on over expensive red wine and are gossiping & laughing.
Just one parallel street further you quickly come back to reality. Here the shoes cost only 39 Lira, not 339 (dikkat: with indirm!). To my own surprise I could remeber this street since I have been there few months before. Should this mean that my orientation beacme better during my stay in Istanbul?
But other things I have to learn the hard way over and over again. For example do not take the bus at 5 pm, especially on an friday. The fact that I catched a double decker made the situation a bit better. I was sitting on top in the first row and felt a bit like on my own little sightseeing tour. The bus takes a very unknown route so I enjoyed the view outside and could puzzle all the different districts of Istanbul together in my mind. We crossed the brigde when it became dark and the lights turned on. I was not able to count how many red backlights of the cars where there. Some peaks of the hills were still covered with a rest of snow. And finally I once payed attention to the neon yellow sign with the title "Asia welcomes you" (how could it come that all the times I crossed the brigde I had never seen it counciously?) Also I had the chance to write this whole story cause I did not get sick thanks to the enduring traffic jam.
