The overnight bus crossed the Asia-to-Europe bridge, and arrived 7:00am at
Istanbul's enormous, chaotic main bus station. Some waiting and a shuttle, and I was standing
in a strange place in the city center with a young Australian woman who had been here before.
"This is Aya Sofia, that over there is the Blue Mosque, and the gate there at the end of the street
is Topkapi Palace".
Not a bad first orientation lesson.
After a mistaken night in a too-cheap hostel, I
found my present, simpatico digs.
Home Sweet Guesthouse
The Bahaus.
All
that's missing is U !
No not really. Mr Baha - his real name - would
never
think of something that cheesy. I'm not even sure he understood me when
I joked it. He was an architecture student though.
The oblique
reference to Bauhaus is real.
Us also means something like "clever" in Turkish.
So Bahaus means somethiing like "clever Baha".
This modest house has a pretty hard-working name.
Innat a purty blue-rose quilt on my bed?
The Lounges
You can sit in this very chair or one like it for breakfast in the top floor lounge.
All the rest of the pictures are from the rooftop lounge / bar.
That is Asia over there across the very tip of the Sea of Marmara.
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