From Cairo to the Connemara: A Sojournal

 Part 2 MAINLY MEDITERRANEAN Turkey, Greece, Italy TURKEY 31 ST  March - 23 RD April   ISTANBUL   We woke up in room 410 of the Otel Klas on Harikzedeler Street. This was a good thing because it meant we weren’t dead. We’d survived about ten hours in Turkey without being robbed, beaten up, thrown in prison by corrupt cops or murdered. We’d seen the movie Midnight Express so we were experts on this violent, repressive state with a justice system modelled on the Inquisition. Despite fearing our time here might be brief and brutal, Turkey was the logical stepping stone from Israel to Greece so we were prepared to take our chances. Experience would prove how accurately Hollywood had captured this vast country and its people. The in-flight entertainment for the hundred and fifteen minutes aboard the A320 from Tel Aviv last night came courtesy of the four boyos across the aisle from us who were all pretty wired. Togged out in loud shirts and chunky bling, they behaved as...