I had been to Turkey before, but the tourist-infested Alanya seemed to have very little in common with Istanbul. Here at night the streets were quiet though crowds of people and hordes of cars shuffled through them. Where was the Turkish temperament? We'd only seen some of that at the airport where a busload of locals rushed past us to get to passport control first and an overly eager vendor tried to sell us over-priced tours. "He was trying to rip you off", one of the locals stated.
Old city was very easy to reach by public transport. It was late and the shops were already closing. Yet such silence I had rarely experienced in a city as large as this.
The morning was far too bright and hot and sweaty.
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