Care of a little bit of facebook stalking, I discovered the Prince Islands. Located off the coast of the Asian-side of Istanbul, they are a chain of nine islands that offer a quiet change of pace, made easy by the fact that the main form of transport is horse and buggy. So, with a little bit of research (read: food blogs and the main desk guy at the hotel) Ann and I set off to use public transport, find the ferry and cross the water to Heybeliada. It was amazing. We strolled up and down streets, avoided getting run over by buggies and found the Naval Cadet School and the Halki Theological School. And we stopped to take a few photos.
Back to Istanbul we went in the afternoon and with it came Ann’s favorite ideas of the day, let’s go to the Galata Tower! As we learned care of the internets the tower is “one of the city’s most striking landmarks, it is a high, cone-capped cylinder that dominates the skyline and affords a panoramic vista of Old Istanbul and its environs.” So despite my extreme issue with thoughts of potentially dying from a fall, I let myself be dragged to a tower built in 1348 A.D. and then on to the 360 degree balcony I went.
It took me a few minutes to convince my stomach to not revolt and I made sure stay as close to the wall as possible, but the views, however, were amazing. As the sun went down, the city became dark and the lights went on I forgot about how high I was off the ground. Istanbul, you are beautiful.
Next time, Ann and Whitney see something really old…like 300 B.C. old.