Istanbul

Simon writes:

In order to survive a Turkish bus journey be sure to first arm yourself with:
a) A pair of teflon-coated testicles to withstand the searing heat of the engine, which is pumped directly into the groinal area if you happen to be sitting in a window seat near the back.
b) An ability to enjoy (or at least endure) the worst film ever made. Dubbed. In Turkish.
c) Flipping great wadges of cash. Coming from Iran, the cost of coach travel and the (admittedly pretty good) food at the rest stops was a bit of a shock.

Don´t say you haven´t been warned. I learned the hard way.

So we´re in Istanbul eating and boozing mostly. Most of the pictures I´ve taken here so far are rubbish so this little collection is from Cappadocia (crazy rock formations, underground cities, caves/churches carved out of the rocks etc):





Seeing as it appears this computer is refreshingly fast at uploading them, here are a few pics from Istanbul, including one of this paragon of cultural sensitivity visiting one of Islam´s holiest sites. The logo was even less subtle on the front, but I didn´t have the balls to photograph it (see above):