Well, what a great bloody sleep… and hot arse in the kitchen for breakfast to boot! It’s our last day in the city, so we get showered and doll ourselves up before packing. For some reason, some of our bags are getting quite light while others get fatter and heavier: strange goings-on are afoot in the crazy super-village of Istanbul. We check out downstairs with our firend Ismael, and share some fun stories about Georgie boy from Texas before going for a wander.
A quick walk through the front garden at the Topaki palace reveals that, alas, the castle is huge and really old… ’nuff said. Next step is to return to a previous haunt for some turkish coffees and sweets before walking around aimlessly for shops etc. Very eager salesmen approach, one bloke even offers to “help us spend our money”. Such a giving bunch the Turkish peoples. The boys consider buying a water pipe to share with the crewz back in Aussie land, however it’s too exxy and difficult to carry. Pimpus does buy a nice bowl for his mum however, making the other boys realise they’ll need to pick up their a-game to show their old girls how much they love them… duty-free piss doesn’t count unfortunately (or does it!?). Being cheap bastards, we decide to buy gifts in Thailand instead where the Baht is much nicer to the Aussie Dollar 
With time running out, lunch is on the cards… and to only 1/10th of our surprise, we are ripped off; given the wrong meals and overcharged accordingly. It is now obvious this is customary practice in the big bul’. However, they did make our stomachs happy indeed.
Final stop in Istanbul is to the Hostel to chill on the rooftop terrace for a final few quiet ones. Our new friend Jess joins us, a seasoned globe-trotting veteran; where hasn’t this guy lived!? We’re all inspired to become better individuals by this guy… Glenn is going salsa dancing, Mattchu’s going to traverse South America solo whilst Carlos and Craigy are intent on becoming serious golfers, pokers and midnight tokers. Thanks Jess for your inspiration (even though you have a girly name!).
Suddently it’s time to depart… taxis, security, boarding etc. And he we are, writing this blog on a flight to Bangkok (via fucking Frankfurt, 3 hrs in the wrong direction. Silly, innit!?!?). One shudders to think what debaunchery lies ahead for the boys in the land of ping pong balls and lady-boys.
Carl, Paul, Glenn, Matt (insert wackyworldtour theme names here).
