The Blue mosque.
So, nursing slightly sore heads from an impromptu dip into Istanbul nightlife we went exploring. Dodging locals trying to sell us carpets, food, pants, water, gold, hats and whatever else was on display, we headed to the aptly named Grand Bazaar. The place is a huge kinda an old school shopping mall with everything imaginable to buy. Or to be sold. The girls shopped a bunch, Matt shot a bunch, Gendle was recording while hooking up dinner deals left right and centre, but me, I was just stoked to wander and take in the atmosphere of this city steeped in history. The girls were certainly getting a lot of attention from the Turkish menfolk, whereas I don’t think I had the same looks from the ladies. How strange. Not.
Basa and Tanja.
Then, after another fine Turkish feed, we beelined straight to one of the most incredible building’s I’ve ever seen: the Blue mosque. The minarets and domed rooves are like something from another world and when combined with the prayer calls that get belted out over loudspeakers from time to time, it’s an almost mystical experience. Inside was just as awesome; staggering detail all over as barefooted we padded about the huge atrium with the biggest pillars I ever seen. Matt shot a bunch of scenic stuff and lifestyle with the girls which looked rad. So stoked. Coming out the mosque, Gendle had the smart idea that we should have a shoe lotto. I am the largest in the group. Kjersti is the smallest, I think. Somehow we got each other’s shoes, so she looked like a kangaroo and I looked like… I dunno, some kind of small-footed gay. Then the chanting started again. I always thought when you hear this kind of thing on TV it was just a soundtrack to give atmosphere. But no, it’s real.
The Grand Bazaar.
Seriously, though, Istanbul is such an interesting, exotic place that’s so close to Europe, yet it looks, smells and feels so different from anywhere I’ve been to within a 2 hour plane ride. If the snow turns out to be good then it’s well worth getting here for something different from St Anton/Tignes/Laax etc. The local pervert told us that this was the coldest winter in Turkey for 100 something years and that it is supposed to snow heaps over the next few days. While I’m not so sure how trustworthy a pervert is (this was a old moustachioed chap who was talking filth to Margot), on the snow front I hope he’s right. I’m pretty sure he was lying about the size of his cock, though.
Kjersti and Lisa.
Right, sorry bout the brain farting. Just got so many impressions and thoughts running through my mind and some idiot allowed me free reign here. On the road to Kartalkaya ski resort tomorrow, crossing into Asia, so there’ll be less culture waffle and more snowboard stuff from here on in.