the best things about getting home

The best things about getting home. Spring has sprung and the garden is fun. Kez and I get to be stupid together alllll the time now. And I get to see my favourite little Miss Molly.

day 31 - goodbye rainy rome

day 30 - rome

day 29 - rome

I'm not sure I would ever get tired of looking at the Colosseum... or eating gelati. I love Rome.

day 28 - rome

Ah Rome. You're right where I left you. And just as lovely as ever.

day 27 - istanbul

Totally loved the ruins of the Golden Gate and the Walls of Constantinople. And there was barely a tourist to be seen which was even better. I completely chickened out climbing up high onto some of the fortresses and turrets. No rail or barrier of any sort, vertigo, wobbly feet and a long steep drop makes for a nervous nelly ingrid. Daniel was much more brave and walked on all the rickety railing without flinching. He also has some fabulous photos of me completely freaking out about the height. Dad did all the climbs but came down looking a little green. We had heaps of fun. More wandering around Istanbul and including the Grand Bazaar and the spice market. And thats it for Turkey. Tomorrow Rome.

day 26 - istanbul

I can't help but wonder if Sartre was at Topkapi palace when he said "Hell isn't a place.. Hell is other people". Queues, queues, queues. Even a queue to exit the place. Kindly, they offer complimentary wheelchairs. Unfortunately they do not offer any ramps or accessible routes. We made it about 100m before we realised we were not going to get far with wheels. It was standing up from the wheelchair to get over a step that my camera fell from my lap and had an unfortunate experience with concrete and gravity. (all photos from this point on are now courtesy of my dad’s camera) This I can take in my stride. Not so the throngs of people wanting to do sexy poses and cute couple photos in every single room of the harem and the rest of the palace. Not sure why they come if all they want are photos of themselves. To show I am fallible and also a hypocrite I have included some photos of myself (looking particularly grumpy in front of very pretty tiles). Enough whinging. We then went to the cisterns which were AMAZING. Dark and dank, spooky ambient soundtrack, huge fish swimming in the waters, bizarre and unexplained medusa heads, – all lying undiscovered under the city of Istanbul until very recently. Totally my cup of tea.