People watching is my favorite sport. Pity it is not classified as a Olympic sport as I would definately win a gold medal each time. The one thing that I discoved whilst in Istanbul and this photo proves it, is the smiles on the peoples faces going about their daily tasks. how wonderful recon I.
Même en possession d'un passeport dernier cri, vous serez dans l'obligation à l'aéroport de vous acquitter d'un visa. Le montant du droit d'entrée varie en fonction de votre pays d'origine.
Le certificat d'identité avec photo pour enfants de moins de 12 ans est admis si les enfants voyagent en compagnie de leurs parents.
La validité des documents doit couvrir la durée du séjour.
Le passeport est nécessaire pour les conducteurs d'un véhicule car celui-ci sera enregistré sur le passeport du conducteur.
Preparing my next trip .....
Less than 20 KG Cotton shirt and jeans - HONDA NHC minded, a white jacket and as real citizen of Ghent
in our heart carrying the symbol of "Klokke Roeland" - the great Triomphante and voice of Honda in Europe.
Furthermore a symbol of our NHC theme - a dark green Poloshirt showing the "Paperrazzia" emblem - We will go for the World Convention Depends on the team members A Canon Digital 300D
Balat and Fener
I first heard about these two quarters from my Time Out guidebook, and made a mental note to pay a special trip. Miserable weather restricted my springtime explorations after class to Taksim and around... Balat and Fener could wait until warmer months. I mentioned to some friends that I wanted to visit these old Jewish and Greek neighbourhoods, but every time plans were made, something came up. I finally set off one august afternoon, walking up the Golden Horn until the imposing maroon structure of the Greek Boys' School came into view, standing proud on the top of a hill above some picturesque dilapidated houses. On that occasion I was annoyed to find I'd forgotten my camera, and even though I did explore the steep twisting streets for a good few hours until the sun went down, I have nothing to show for it. This necessitated a return, and this time I dragged along my Syrian classmate. This time we discovered some hidden churches, a synagogue, several rows of Ottoman houses on the brink of collapse, and a wedding party close to the city walls. Occasionally we could glimpse the Golden Horn over the red-tiled roofs, skyscrapers of the modern city in the distance beyond, but mostly we wandered around aimlessly, usually lost.
Balat is tipped to become the next trendy area as expats and the "in-crowd" leave Cihangir and Cukurcuma to snap up old houses and renovate them. While this would save many a building from collapse, I don't think either Feener or Balat are ready for skinny cappucinos and organic tapas bars just yet.
Both quarters are worth spending a few hours in, to see a different side of Istanbul altogether. Some of the houses are reminiscent of the backstreets of Sultanahmet, but no backpacker hostels or carpet shops here, just crumbling lived-in houses.
The easiest way to get there is by hopping on the Eyup bus from Eminonu, and getting off anywhere between the Bulgarian Church and the city walls. Pick a backstreet and head off inland to get lost for a bit.
Most tourist people will limit their visit just to the markets. But the are many other options for shooping in Istanbul. Visit the boutiques at Nisanti or have a stroll at Bagdat Avenue in the Asian side. The are a few Malls that have open recently close to the Taksim area.