It stormed all night and when there is a brief pause, we pack and are happy to be back in the car. Really hungry we stop at a kebab restaurant where we probably enjoyed the highlight of our meals this far. Wonderful fresh bread served with hummus, tomatoes, peppers and parsley; a big bowl of salad and home-made kebabs on a skewer.
The storm has not let up when we got back in the car. We are quiet as we near the border: we had no idea what to expect, but we do not have high expectations after some of the stories we’ve heard. I can elaborate or not. I’m not going to rehash the unpleasant experience. The final answer was, “No! – not negotiable – No!” We are escorted back to the gate – back to Turkey!
We are not too sad, but disappointed. So plan B goes into action: find a bus to take Hugo and Andrej back to Istanbul; find a place for them to stay;book a flight from Istanbul to Amman which means they skip over Syria into Jordan. Willie spoils us by finding a hotel room where we can regroup, hang out all our wet clothes, make all the arrangements and have a hot shower, dry with white towels and sleep under white sheets…
The storm has not let up when we got back in the car. We are quiet as we near the border: we had no idea what to expect, but we do not have high expectations after some of the stories we’ve heard. I can elaborate or not. I’m not going to rehash the unpleasant experience. The final answer was, “No! – not negotiable – No!” We are escorted back to the gate – back to Turkey!
We are not too sad, but disappointed. So plan B goes into action: find a bus to take Hugo and Andrej back to Istanbul; find a place for them to stay;book a flight from Istanbul to Amman which means they skip over Syria into Jordan. Willie spoils us by finding a hotel room where we can regroup, hang out all our wet clothes, make all the arrangements and have a hot shower, dry with white towels and sleep under white sheets…
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