Istanbul

We set out quite early from Amsterdam and reached Schipol Airport for our flight at 11:30.  The plane ride was unexceptional and getting our visa, bags, going through passport control and customs was easy.  When we emerged from all this, there were (it seemed) hundreds of people waiting with signs.  We had arranged for a shuttle to our hotel and unbelievably, one of the signs said "Dough Koch". He kept calling Doug, Mr. Dough.   The guy didn't speak much English - just said " sit here, you're driver will come".  And then he left!  Well, we sat and sat for nearly an hour.  It was hard to know what to do if we left, he might come; if we stayed...well, how long is reasonable?  Just as we were deciding to abandon the plan and find a (expensive) cab, the driver appeared.  He took us on a harrowing and talkative journey to our hotel. 
We took a walk and split a meatball sandwich in front of the Blue Mosque.  Quite lovely.  I am looking forward to tomorrow, when we will have more energy for all this.
Iyi geceler- Maureen