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A trip made for the game in the background splendor of the east gate of Istanbul ..... This is the travelogue:


Hello everyone, my name is Paul and my other half Christine, decided to go to Istanbul. Actually I was there was already 4 years ago if only for 2 days and then perhaps with a visit too hastily decided that one day I would return. After a quick consultation
Internet, there is a low-coast Italian company at bargain prices, the only "inconvenience" Sabiha Gocke arrival at the airport 40 km from the Asian tourist area

but for 240 euro a / r for any two people "sacrifice can also be do, while we opt for the hotel to hotel agan sirkeci area within walking distance of Santa Sophia, Topkapi Palace, Blue Mosque, Archaeological Museum and tanks, double room with bath and breakfast € 27 per room (see the reservation booking website. com).

27/09/2006
arrive at the airport of Bergamo Orio al Serio parked the car in the outdoor parking lot next to the airport (5 days. € 47.50) we check in and depart for Istanbul . The the flight is quiet enough modern aircraft and the crew very friendly.
arrive 10 min. in advance are 21.20 hours local (+ 1 compared to us) go down and we head to make an entry visa € 10 (no coins not accepted), take your bags and change immediately for € Turkish lira, the first exchange scam 1.77 (will be in town to 1.91) for advice changed as little as possible, find out the airport bus to Taksim area of \u200b\u200bHAVAS European district of Galata, but the ticket price for
8.50 Turkish lira. Once in Taksim Turkish gentle lady who was on the bus barters the price of the taxi and tells us not to give him more than 10 pounds, moral climb into the taxi and in about 25 min. we front of the hotel (the taxi driver asked around a few times because he could not find or did not want to find the hotel) costs 7.30 pounds with a taximeter, I feel good and leave the 10, thanks me and goes, we find later that perhaps it was the only driver onesto.Le formalities at the hotel are fast and we are now in the room, is a budget hotel without infamy and without praise, if you are happy that's great, is clean enough, breakfast is a bit low but us good.

28/09/2006
At 5.25 in the morning we wake up in the prayer of the muezzin, 5 min. and we fell back asleep. The weather is cloudy for the next 3 days. waiting for us once covered with rain, peccato.Dopo breakfast we head Topkapi to the wrong road but we do the scenic ride along the beach, and even so it was nice to finally arrive ... 10 lire each entry, as you enter I advise you to rent the audio guide is in Italian 10 lire and there also give a map of the interior of palazzo.E 'really good run in the building of the various sultans who was with the audio guide then everything is easier, we also encounter a couple of Italian guys that we met in Bergamo, we will company for the rest of the holiday. Every 30 min. Apart from the tour for the harem is in English but with the audio guide us understand more about the price 'of 10 pounds 35 min. somewhat concentrated, but that's okay. 4 hours have passed since our entry the building, we have traveled far and wide and now we head to Santa Sofia, the usual 10 pounds for those who want to avoid the entrance and we show you a bit inside ... beautiful sin for a huge scaffolding that covers almost all the central dome ... we're out an hour after we rest a while in a park between the Hagia Sophia and the Blue Mosque ... when we decide to visit the Blue Mosque is the hour of prayer and do not come in, we head the racetrack is the period of Ramadan, there are many stalls selling a little bit of everything and lots of tents and restaurant, starts to rain, we look for a taxi but they are all filled and then the show begins, one that tells you there is too much traffic and not brings you, the other the route is too short and does not earn enough in the end we go up one that makes the taximeter travel like a top, the grand finale, which doubles the figure off everything, asking me 15.50 for a race that was worth barely 2, but does not understand or protest better not to want to understand English, I pass a 20 bill and voila appears to him in the hand by a 1 then I get angry in earnest, he turns the table and told me that if I gave him 5 he gave me 10 ect.ect. A word of advice always treated the price before boarding the taxi. We are shivering in the hotel and angry, hot shower and good night.

29/09/2006
with Cristina decide not to take more taxis, study the map and I understand that the area of \u200b\u200bSulthanamet is 5 min. walk, we get tanks, are the Roman 550a.c. 10 lire and enter, beautiful, photography and wander into a surreal atmosphere and in the end we stopped near the exit to take a tea in a nice bar, where Juliana and Andrea meet again our fellow travelers, we give an appointment for the evening dinner and fumatona of hookah in a cemetery-den (Entertainment). We say goodbye and head with Cristina to eat a kebab restaurant in a racecourse, the owner speaks Italian and to impress said to be a Mafia in Palermo then there said he worked 10 years in Germany at an Italian restaurant and stress of returning to Turkey, discrete food kebab 2 and 2 bottles of water 10 pounds (but these are the Turkish fixed 10? ) Let's go to the Archaeological Museum, near the Topkapi, Entry 5 pounds but I spent a lot more, it is huge, there are beautiful antiques including several sarcophagi (beautiful that Alexander the Great), then pieces Hittite, Thracian, Babylonian, Sumerian, Egyptian , Romans, Greeks, Byzantines and Crusaders, as well as an entire wing at Troy. We spend about 3 hours, we are a bit tired going to bed a couple of hours in hotel.Riposati we go, we meet in front of tanks with Julie and Andrea, two beautiful boys, perhaps the most pleasant surprise of this trip, take us to dinner in a typical restaurant with two big woman sitting at the center who cook only Arab bread, the rest comes down from above in a basket. Dinner 25 with live music in two. We leave and head to the "den", the whole is housed in an old cemetery and take 4 tea with a pipe tobacco with apple, beautiful environment and the ignition of the whole ceremony hookah ... we also know a gigolo 'turkish with two English to impress that Cristina and Giuliana performs in hookah pull the envy of the fog in Milan, Grisù baptize him and the whole group agrees. In the same den, there is also a carpet shop, Giuliana perhaps a little "stoned" by too much apple performs in a fantastic bargain Arabic-English, but the rug is hung, too bad.


30/09/2006 Today the group is compact, partly because of the Taksim area. Moving on from the bridge of Galata, and admiring a lot of fishermen take the tunnel, beyond the bridge itself, is an old-meter cable car that leads on top of the Galata district, there, apart from the pedestrian street that goes to Taksim Square. The street is crowded, there are shops and even a Christian church dedicated to St. Anthony, we enter and we rest, unfortunately, Giuliana is not good look for a pharmacy to buy some aspirin, ask the police not the answer is ... I know .. (the incredible rudeness of the Turkish police) and we finally now understand that medicines are very cheap, a box of aspirins our own famous brand costs 1.70 pounds against our 3.85 €, four times less, we also discover a series of jokes between the boys who sell the pills too freely blue 'than for male problems ....... We come to taksim foot down and going up to the stage of the team Besiktas Istanbul , we arrive at the royal palace Dolmanbache. The building is on the sea, the visit led to a limited number every 30 min. there is a chance to visit the harem, but we do not care and 20 lire each managed to get the last visit (16 hours) if you want to photograph you spend another 6 lire.Qui Ataturk has spent the last year of his life, the building is nothing short of extraordinary Giuliana is in very good English translation of the guide. We go out there near the palace the ferry to the Asian zone, take water and 1.30 pounds on the other side and here we are starting the trouble ... it seems another country, perhaps this is the real turkey, not the amusement park for tourists in the area European?? Before a rude cashier with a bill because he had refused the veil a little hole, then "forget" to give change, then an old lady yells at malomodo to Andrea at the end looking for a restaurant for dinner but do not make us twist enter 3 different restaurants and told us that when they were fully booked dozens of tables are affected by such rudeness .... we decided to return to the European zone and near to our hotel we find a diner or Lokanta where we are welcomed and fed as Pasha .... the owner tells us about the dishes cooked in a turkish-greek-english but Julie understands everything on the fly, would your Sicilian roots? We understand that Turkey is not only the Asian zone with this antipathy against the West when a guy asks the owner of the English lokanta if he can 'use the toilet, he agrees and offers a free hot tea ... we stroppicciamo eyes confused by many contradictions, we pay the bill paltry 23 pounds in four 3 € per person and can assure you that it was a real blowout. We salute you and all to bed.

01/10/2006
Today we'll all go together on a trip on the Bosphorus, go to the pier near the bridge galata, Giuliana unanimously elected leader of the pack is already informed where to take the ferry (avoid those that Prospect station fantastic trips and then stapled € 20). The ticket costs around 10 pounds, the ferry makes 5 stops I advise you to get off at the penultimate and make you a ride up and down off, remember that the return goes to 15.20 but it's always best to ask at the ticket counter, we ate in the marina with views of fishing boats full of fresh fish and of course we ate fish on a budget and finally drinking a BEER hard to find in Istanbul. Come back abbiamovisitato the mosque of Suleiman the Magnificent, very good for the market and then to a dinner in a restaurant that's nothing. I do not feel very well a heavy cold is giving me problems Last night as we wanted to make us a smoke but I can not go to bed, and reluctantly.


10/02/2006 The cold is worse, I slept badly, tonight is the last day we start with Cristina to pack and pay the hotel, we have the same kind keep us up at night so we'll be free to turn of mind. I'll see you with Julie and Andrew and together we stop at the Grand Bazaar, our friends seem to have been born there, they know all the shops, in a few hours we buy a bit of everything from cloths to shoes, pashminas and gifts, then we go to market spices photos galore various scents and colors ... beautiful blinding. Stop for lunch in a kind of fast-food trappolone make us pay 3 pounds more for the service (free) and do not give us a Coke in the pot including Cristina, disappointed and angry but we want to go out there is Julie and rushed to the cashier, a turkish sitting next to us who offered to speak Italian help (thank goodness they are not all equal) moral reimburse us a penny and Julie does a turkish cazziatone to (poor) who speaks Italian, saying that with cabbage in Europe will continue to cheat if so tourists, replying that he excuse his hand not all the same (but we will be 70% we found them so). Let's get your bags and we are in a narrow street with your luggage to the taxi trade for 4 Levent near taksim to resume the Havas bus, but not know when it passes (ask on arrival) then decide to stop the taxi and ask how much they want to go directly to the airport, the unbelievable happens here, Cristina support for 5 seconds, the bag with passports and vouchers over the suitcase to put on a jacket, two girls stand in the way we begin to scream and names of hotels, we look surprised ... but they want ... ... no hotel at the time Cristina realizes that the bag is gone and starts to scream .. .. but who took it? We rush toward the two girls who had disappeared in the meantime, picking a guy to agree with them with the bag in his hand (it was past behind us and took her) Cristina insulting snatches the bag from his hands, explaining that defends itself that there was the giving back, ascends the anger but also fear, we were in Italy we would have stopped and called the police but our flight leaves in about 3 hours and we have yet to arrive, with this traffic, 40 km away. We contact various drivers, want to take us to the airport with the meter so we spin like tops to raise the price, we will stop a charging € 32 for 60 pounds is willing to lead but then insists that we do not earn enough and stops the brother who had alerted the phone, tired we did go down 200 meters and the time goes on we tirandoci hundred meters behind the pack and finally found a taxi driver, from 90 pounds, Giuliana very good contract, the contract does not know a word of English but drops to 80, this is a good sign, it forms a knot of people around us, everyone wants to participate in the negotiations, we look at Cristina and I laugh ... these are crazy .... they form two sides of the pros and Conversely, a nice lady and a gentleman
translate from English .... 75 ...... 70 ....... emptied his pockets to come by .... 65 ..... come on. ... ok ..... ok ..... Juliana turns said ok!! Inshallah!! Now everybody is laughing all's well that ends well (in Turkey), we climb into the taxi, the driver is young and cute, a bit chubby, he speaks in turkish and tells us that the meter stick just to show us that they will lose , then to guide us ... hyatt hotel, hilton hotel, Suisse Hotel and other things that we do not know, Andrea is sitting next to him, the driver spoke to him often, I recommend Andrea to speak with the head always is, the traffic is heavy, we arrive at the airport in one hour and thirty ... the meter marks 48 pounds plus 10 on the highway ... we will have won?? We think anyway otherwise you would not, dear .... Istanbul airport is all either love or hate, a bit like the Turks, but perhaps looking for the last time from the airplane window, illuminated at night, I see a smile .... shake the hand of Cristina, now I smile to you .. try to get some sleep, arrival there are still two hours away by car.

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Milan is always full of surprises. Barely stand it, but always manages to put in a good mood, especially when the sky is clear and the weather unusually mild. In no other place I happened to pick up ten minutes after got off the plane, to be helped when I dropped the twelve underground magazines co mpr ate at the airport not to be bored during the flight, although rather short, or to receive a smile from the lady who shares with me a lift. To say nothing of the events: there's always a million things to do and it's really hard to pick one.
Monday, at 13:25. I was walking Corso Matteotti, directed towards Piazza San Babila, to meet Thomas, my gay friend in Milan with whom I had an appointment for lunch. At the intersection of Via San Pietro all 'Orto I went ahead to the future store Abercrombie & Fitch, which will be inaugurated on Thursday. How can we not see a dozen of the famous "A & F hot guys" that represent the style and essence of the American brand, strictly bare-chested. Even more striking were the women attracted to these beautiful children, who were to take pictures with their mobile phone, not just 20 year old girls, as you might think, but also 30's and beyond.
So, as I walked to reach my destination, I could not help but ask, but in a world as fast as the current one, where the 30's would make the 20 year old and vice versa, meaning they still have differences of age? Or the "ages" are only one in the representation of what would be the other?
Sunday, at 22:45. After several weeks of absence from Milan, even though I had three or four calls attractive, I persuaded by Thomas to go to the evening "Join the Gap" of the Village of lost time. I can never say no: I prepared myself calmly, knowing that, as always, it arrived late. Thomas is a force of nature, 34 years old, dark, wavy hair, green eyes, magnetic, broad shoulders and sexy, round ass, too nice outside to be an architect and too good to be still inside single . I knew that I would have enjoyed that night to dance like crazy. When a mutual friend introduced him to me, several years ago at a party, I told myself that if it were not gay, I would not let me get away for any reason. Now our understanding is so strong that I would not change our relationship of friendship, ' amitié amoureuse . If sometimes we laugh that seem a perfect match without sex and I'm the only one to save him from monogamy, sometimes I wonder why do not we still in love or, as he says, has not yet experienced that feeling of emptiness, of happiness and despair mixed together. The refrain "So Many Men, So Little Time, how can I choose?" Did well in Ibiza in 20 years. But 30?
still excited for the evening's events, I kept thinking about the fact that every stage of life has its own because: a 30 years can not be like at 20, nor should we desire it. What are the attractions of that age? No wrinkles, toned muscles, the excitement for new experiences and feel that life is full of endless possibilities. But there are also men sexually inexperienced, embarrassing errors clothing and youth unconsciousness of being about to see their dreams and their illusions shattered. You have so much in a hurry to grow up and get noticed and a great desire to please look and feel, to know to exist, that in the end, you can not ever talk to a man without being courted. At this age, through the skin is known to be alive, and if you're alone, you are overwhelmed by anxiety with no name. Perhaps in an attempt to avoid it, Thomas was assigned to the attention of ... that kind of can not remember the name by which he left when we said goodbye. I immediately called "sly wink," a boy with brown hair and eyes but with the look very sharp. Perhaps Thomas can not leave behind his 20 years and that is why, with him, I can not believe they are gone for me. The generational gap I had never seemed so wide. I understand, however, that if in 20 years has not yet been able to choose the right man, at 30 he is recognized at a glance. The important thing is to exist for a single person.

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Sometimes life is really strange. The sex business is an activity that was not affected by the economic downturn rather, paradoxically, for one reason or another, it is now overwhelmingly a topic on everyone's lips i. The absence of a crisis is probably due to the fact that demand is still very high and its growing market: young people's first experience, men and women want to change when they want and never give up, unhappy husbands, Adonis, lost, claiming that male a role of power, or perhaps only, escape, intrigue, the game.
One Saturday evening, a few months ago, me and my friend Angelique and Estelle were at a party in a friend's house downtown to celebrate a milestone in professional style. By the time I was thinking of leaving, tired, bored and alone, Estelle was flirting with the brother of the landlord and was Angelique already come together, I approached a boy, Eric, 31, from the physical sculpture with an excuse so commonplace that even memories. After a chat
disengaged, the argument has fallen on the job. He candidly confessed to the ' escort. Seeing startled and not a little doubtful that it did not understand was quick to point out ironically: "But I'm not in service." Since, however, was an amiable and amusing conversationalist I have willingly accepted the invitation to take a cappuccino the next day. In the mood for secrets I learned that Sunday morning and some pleasant meeting next thing could push a guy like to do the tour: "I'm a fan of blind dates . I like to know to not be alone. I do not try different partner every night. But when I meet, I understand now where you're going to end, 9 out of 10 want to, and therefore I get there as soon as possible and then go home. Maybe because I can talk to someone who is more connected with the person that I just had sex. "
I knew immediately that he was referring to me. For some 'time, in fact, had the peculiar habit of calling me at night when they belonged. The physical pleasure, but above all, character. Then I could not help but wonder: what the external conditions (work, religion, political ideology, social status, height, length) can affect something as it should be unconditional love?
In the case of Eric, it would be unthinkable to imagine it as a companion, accustomed as it is, with his style, to put at ease the person who is with him, to believe that you are finding them very well, that makes it feel unique sensations when, very often, is thinking only about what's missing in the refrigerator.
Watching him, one might have thought he had everything: beauty, charm, elegance, savoir-faire , acquaintances fine (the same "knowledge" occasional, according to Florent, people like Eric really hate) ... instead was simply a guy who only wanted to talk to friends, hang out with or were part of his life. He was a man who could no longer separate from the mechanism of fiction in which, unwittingly, he found himself increasingly coivolto.
One night I realized I wanted to make love to me, perhaps for the first time, perhaps for the last. While returning home in a taxi I was thinking about how the experiences of our lives are like so many indelible tattoos. And, although they continue to find hilarious to have said no to a escort, at that moment, I realized that I wanted to try his own feelings. Love has no time. I expect myself that I would not have left to use, even mentally. I did not say no to 'escort , I said no man. I had said no to his work, I said no to his heart.

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minimum daily dose

The other day early in the morning, hovering between sleep and the feeling of boredom typical morning of rainy days when you absolutely must get up even if you only want to stay in bed to continue sleeping in the warmth of a maxifelpa on which stands the word "Chicago" in large letters, covering more than half of the body, I was having breakfast in the usual café and browsing without any particular attention to a colorful magazine and inviting. The eye was immediately caught by an inscription: "minimum daily dose". Without making too
case to the fact that precisely the same time, I was eating my "minimum daily dose" of coffee, which is essential to take a look decent, to be kind and helpful and have a threshold of concern that it was close to zero, I continued reading: "It is a sin of gluttony, is a necessity. Cocoa is good, cheers, protects and supports during times of stress. The single-serve are to keep in stock, to be consumed in the most difficult. Especially not by a little: the packages contain the minimum daily dose (1 euro). Nothing prevents you from consuming more. Not much, but when there is half a health ...".
Even during my university years circulating the myth that cocoa would help the memory, the same chocolate that I and my friends, not having line problems, they swallow it without shame.
But what is the "minimum daily dose" of which we have unwittingly need each day? The coffee for those with a slow recovery, or perhaps to relax and take a break, carbohydrates for diet and fitness fanatics, sex to satisfy the body or mind, a new dress from Prada to raise their level self-esteem, a little 'entertainment to escape the monotony of daily routine, a little 'approval to please your ego? And fantasy? What is the "minimum daily dose" of fantasy?
Before the world we must always be the happiest, most beautiful, the youngest, the most rampant, the funniest, the most efficient, the most surprising, the most lovers, the most innovative. We must choose the right dress, the right friends, the right place, the right phrase, the right perfume, the right cereal. What a fantasy, we need to play our role in daily? When we want to impress we must look attractive, regardless enhance our strengths and play down our faults, grant but not too much, avoiding the details become known, outwitting and bluffing why not also, if the stakes are high. But if we want to conquer people on our side or on our bed we have to avoid boredom, banality and scontatezza - almost like the thing that we would never wish for ourselves, much like buying on sale a defective part and not refundable - - the offense today, has become to be themselves in all circumstances? Probably, this is the true luxury of modern times.

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It all started about ten days ago when my friend Angelique came across a flyer a distinctive, alluring color, the title "Course of seduction: Develop your seductive ability." Curious as only and knows how to be and no less intrigued, immediately plunged into the network to consult the web site indicated. The course, of course, has become topic of our conversation highlight disengaged and disrespectful of the next day and lunch at the center. And the same theme, we ended up talking that night and I Florent waiting for us delivered to your home our Japanese dinner during which I was made aware of a seduction strategy adopted by a friend a few days before: it was on the subway, between Rue de la Pompe and Saint-Augustin when he saw a cute guy, apparently his contemporary, who was staring at him. Every time a friend of Florent looked up to watch the other pretended nonchalance. Five or six eyes after, however, have crossed eyes, and both were difficult to retain an amused smile. From here the pace was quick presentations and fifteen minutes later I was pleasantly sipping coffee and savoring a four madeleine in a room not far from Place de la Madeleine, where they were both directed. According
Florent, then, the courses of seduction would be absolutely useless, because it is convinced that the person understands what is seductive of its value and its own characteristics, regardless of the gains made. Despite my skepticism about this thesis, at the end of the evening Florent convinced me to try and we left with the intention that I would have experimented with this technique to evaluate their effectiveness, with the intention to examine the results of the experiment, between a laugh the other a few days later for dinner at my house.
he returned, kidnapped by a desire for scientific investigation, almost, I could not help but wonder: if seduce literally means lead to itself, which should have the ability to attract, persuade and lead the other person was right, Florent affirm that is sufficient to be aware of its seductive weapons? The secret is all there? In short, deceivers (or seductive) are born or made?
The next morning I felt the right to act: treatment "Lendemain de fête" combing contemptuous style rampant from conquering the world, falsely understated but sexy at the right (for once, I decided to abandon the look random claustrolesbica to Damir Doma) and underwear from La Perla, which, although not normally see, less than close encounters of a certain type, as nothing else can amplify the ability of a seductive woman. Trying to cleverly disguise my inquisitive frown I headed to the subway, wondering if I'd managed to go all the way in my mind and developing a possible strategy. At that moment, I came to the rescue a conversation with Angelique on female behavior, that women sedurrebbero first with the body, then with his eyes and, finally, with provocation and challenge. Ascent St-Paul, I found a short distance from a thirty-five, impeccable in his tailored suit, white shirt and gray tie, annular free from any trace of effort, brizzolatura incipient, slightly taller than me, dark eyes and look proud. After taking aim and hitting the target I have portrayed in my eyes downcast, and the same time, an accomplice, the imperative was curious. Trying to resist the temptation to reciprocate his eyes ... "I apologize. I know it is inappropriate to set a woman for too long, but I could not help it. Anyway, I'm Nicolas. " I was not even arrived at George V. At that moment I realized that the asset is to be like you.