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Is there a slightly more flattering picture of me? 
Was I really that stroppy looking?
Was I really that stroppy looking?
Great write up so far..........I've never seen so many photos of Mr Burton without his two fingers showing.
just for you TomIs there a slightly more flattering picture of me?
Was I really that stroppy looking?
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Day Six, Monday, Bandirma, Turkey to Istanbul, Turkey. 171 miles.
The view from the hotel room wasn’t one of the best I’d seen but it was comfy enough.
My bike was looking suitably road weathered by now. And Monkey had started on the fags so he’d fit in with the rest of the locals.
We headed East to a small town where we could catch yet another small ferry to take us to the South of Istanbul.
The locals on board were all very friendly.
We knew Istanbul was big and busy and we wouldn’t stand a chance of all keeping together and finding a hotel so we picked one out of the Lonely Planet guide book and booked ourselves in.
This was perhaps the wisest thing we’d done so far. Istanbul is massive and chaotic. We tried to get our bearings, flagged a moped rider down and asked him to show us to the hotel. His filtering ability far out did ours and most of us had lost him within minutes.
The next idea was to follow a taxi, we found one and gave him the address, he got us to within half a mile of it but then got himself lost. This is him abandoning us in a square.
At least the square had a decent view.
It all got very messy then and me and Shapeshifter ended up on our own. We asked a Tourest policeman who was stood next to a big street map where we were, showing him the address of the hotel. He didn’t know. But a passer by did. The hotel was 100 yards away.
The hotel overlooked the Blue Mosque and had a manned car park in front of it, it couldn’t have been better. The guys in the car park were a fun bunch, British and Turkish.
On the roof top bar we shared a splendid view with the seagulls.
I got in touch with ExpatinIstanbul, David, who read about our trip on here and had said he’d meet us for a beer when we arrived. We met up and another Brit in Istanbul turned up, Ellis who goes by the name of L on here.
Davids the blurry one.
We ate and did the beer and bar thing to excess.
I remember very little after this point, but I believe it wasn’t all in the best possible taste.
The view from the hotel room wasn’t one of the best I’d seen but it was comfy enough.
My bike was looking suitably road weathered by now. And Monkey had started on the fags so he’d fit in with the rest of the locals.
We headed East to a small town where we could catch yet another small ferry to take us to the South of Istanbul.
The locals on board were all very friendly.
We knew Istanbul was big and busy and we wouldn’t stand a chance of all keeping together and finding a hotel so we picked one out of the Lonely Planet guide book and booked ourselves in.
This was perhaps the wisest thing we’d done so far. Istanbul is massive and chaotic. We tried to get our bearings, flagged a moped rider down and asked him to show us to the hotel. His filtering ability far out did ours and most of us had lost him within minutes.
The next idea was to follow a taxi, we found one and gave him the address, he got us to within half a mile of it but then got himself lost. This is him abandoning us in a square.
At least the square had a decent view.
It all got very messy then and me and Shapeshifter ended up on our own. We asked a Tourest policeman who was stood next to a big street map where we were, showing him the address of the hotel. He didn’t know. But a passer by did. The hotel was 100 yards away.
The hotel overlooked the Blue Mosque and had a manned car park in front of it, it couldn’t have been better. The guys in the car park were a fun bunch, British and Turkish.
On the roof top bar we shared a splendid view with the seagulls.
I got in touch with ExpatinIstanbul, David, who read about our trip on here and had said he’d meet us for a beer when we arrived. We met up and another Brit in Istanbul turned up, Ellis who goes by the name of L on here.
Davids the blurry one.
We ate and did the beer and bar thing to excess.
I remember very little after this point, but I believe it wasn’t all in the best possible taste.
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Well done Kev, this is great stuff. I almost feel like I was there !
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No more today, it's Friday and it's early doors time, lots more to come tomorrow though
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PhilM
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looking forward to some more
wully
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Great stuff!
I'm looking forward to some more tomorrow
I'm looking forward to some more tomorrow
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great stuff kev, is there gonna be another next year count me in 
great stuff kev, is there gonna be another next year count me in
Great report. Look forward to the next instalment
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Great report my arse... In times of old a proper tour write up would have lots more pictures of G&T's
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a proper English man has his standards you know
... a proper English man has his standards you know
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Waldin .. this may jog your memory.
I was too drunk to remember what happened. I merely found the photo in my camera
Thunder
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Waldin .. this may jog your memory.
I was too drunk to remember what happened. I merely found the photo in my camera
Hmmmmmm. By any chance did you find that you were a bit saddle sore the next day
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Dirty Dozen...
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Brilliant, if a bit 
in places
... Looking forward to the next installment
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Brilliant, if a bit in places ... Looking forward to the next installment
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Day Seven, Tuesday, Istanbul, Turkey. Zero miles.
The morning in Istanbul jumped on me and battered me about the head, breakfast on the roof terrace was a blur. Then someone mentioned the Haman’s, the Turkish baths. Sounded just the ticket for a worn out body and burned out head. Darkhorse Dave had found one around the corner and me, him, Burton, Blowzorn and Wapping wandered in.
We were given little rooms to get undressed in then shown into the bath area with table cloths wrapped around us. After a suitable time sweating while laid on the hot marble floor we were picked out to be pummelled on the big slab in the middle of the room. Foam, then oil then a head massage. Then back on the floor for another sweat.
I felt better already. We were then wrapped in clean table cloths and sat round a stove and got brought apple tea.
Feeling like a new man we went for lunch and then me and Burton did a few bars while the others went to the museums.
It started raining and we bought umbrellas. It was just like being on holiday.
Back at the hotel we re-grouped in the hotel bar.
We went out to eat, found the worst restaurant in Istanbul then wandered to our beds or bars depending on how tired we all felt. Tomorrow we would be in Bulgaria.
The morning in Istanbul jumped on me and battered me about the head, breakfast on the roof terrace was a blur. Then someone mentioned the Haman’s, the Turkish baths. Sounded just the ticket for a worn out body and burned out head. Darkhorse Dave had found one around the corner and me, him, Burton, Blowzorn and Wapping wandered in.
We were given little rooms to get undressed in then shown into the bath area with table cloths wrapped around us. After a suitable time sweating while laid on the hot marble floor we were picked out to be pummelled on the big slab in the middle of the room. Foam, then oil then a head massage. Then back on the floor for another sweat.
I felt better already. We were then wrapped in clean table cloths and sat round a stove and got brought apple tea.
Feeling like a new man we went for lunch and then me and Burton did a few bars while the others went to the museums.
It started raining and we bought umbrellas. It was just like being on holiday.
Back at the hotel we re-grouped in the hotel bar.
We went out to eat, found the worst restaurant in Istanbul then wandered to our beds or bars depending on how tired we all felt. Tomorrow we would be in Bulgaria.
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Was the boy James a male model in an earlier life?
Speaking of which, where the hell is he?
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i got a picture message from him tonight...Speaking of which, where the hell is he?
A picture of Sooty... so when he send that...he's out on the Piss
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i got a picture message from him tonight...
A picture of Sooty... so when he send that...he's out on the Piss
OOOOhhh look what the cat dragged in! Where the feck have you been young man?
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Day Eight, Wednesday, Istanbul, Turkey to Veliko Tarnovo, Bulgaria, 296 miles.
We escaped Istanbul in an “every man for himself” kind of way. Meeting up outside the city to find out how we all managed it. It seemed Floyd came out worse, a taxi hit him side on, knocked the back of his bike a foot in the air and a foot across the road. He stayed on it though.
Can’t remember much about the Turkish, Bulgarian border but I’m sure we had some more fecking about with V5’s and insurance papers.
The roads were bumpy but good though.
A mate had told me of a nice town he’d spent a dirty weekend in called Veliko Tarnova, so short of any better ideas we headed there.
As we rode in another bike followed us down the street and pulled up next to us. It was Henry and Kirsten. The chances of meeting someone you know of in the UK in a strange town are long but to bump into someone in Bulgaria must be huge. It also turned out to be Henrys 51st birthday that day as well.
We found a hotel and parked up.
It was basic but ridiculously cheap. We headed for a bar with H&K.
The bar fittings caught my eye.
After we’d eaten Kirsten left Henry to have a blokes night out for his birthday, we took him to the Spider Club to see a live band. It was two quid each to get in but after telling the bouncer it was Henry’s birthday he let him in for free.
The band seemed to be stuck in an eighties time warp and played Simple Minds style songs all night, we didn’t mind.
The state of the hotel didn't bother me at all by the time I got back to it.
We escaped Istanbul in an “every man for himself” kind of way. Meeting up outside the city to find out how we all managed it. It seemed Floyd came out worse, a taxi hit him side on, knocked the back of his bike a foot in the air and a foot across the road. He stayed on it though.
Can’t remember much about the Turkish, Bulgarian border but I’m sure we had some more fecking about with V5’s and insurance papers.
The roads were bumpy but good though.
A mate had told me of a nice town he’d spent a dirty weekend in called Veliko Tarnova, so short of any better ideas we headed there.
As we rode in another bike followed us down the street and pulled up next to us. It was Henry and Kirsten. The chances of meeting someone you know of in the UK in a strange town are long but to bump into someone in Bulgaria must be huge. It also turned out to be Henrys 51st birthday that day as well.
We found a hotel and parked up.
It was basic but ridiculously cheap. We headed for a bar with H&K.
The bar fittings caught my eye.
After we’d eaten Kirsten left Henry to have a blokes night out for his birthday, we took him to the Spider Club to see a live band. It was two quid each to get in but after telling the bouncer it was Henry’s birthday he let him in for free.
The band seemed to be stuck in an eighties time warp and played Simple Minds style songs all night, we didn’t mind.
The state of the hotel didn't bother me at all by the time I got back to it.
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