2017-04-28 / Travel

Turkey, Land of Mystery

Part 2: Hotel Antique
By Warner M. Montgomery


The night clerk at the Hotel Antique greeted us like the king and queen we would liked to have been. The night clerk at the Hotel Antique greeted us like the king and queen we would liked to have been. At dawn we arrived at Topkapi Otogar , the enormous bus station just outside the walls of the ancient Greek city of Byzantium, later Roman Constantinople, now modern Istanbul. There was total chaos—hundreds of buses, thousands of taxis, and millions of people—fighting for space and attention.

Linda and I got off the bus totally confused. It was 5 o’clock and still dark. All doors were closed and locked with chains. The streets were filled with stinking garbage and scavanging dogs.

Sensing our frustration, the bus driver signalled for us to get back on. He drove us to Sultanahmet, the tourist section of Istanbul where we recognized one sign: McDonalds.

A policeman left his post in the middle of an intersection and asked politely, “You go where?”

I replied, “Hotel Antique.”


Linda and I arrived at the Hotel Antique after a two-mile walk. Linda and I arrived at the Hotel Antique after a two-mile walk. He pointed toward the Blue Mosque and said, “Near Mosque.” Then stopped the traffic circling his station for us to cross.

During our two–mile walk, Istanbul awoke to the sound of car horns and shuffling feet. The night clerk at the Hotel Antique greeted us in English with open arms and a registration book.

After a hot bath, we collapsed into a deep well-earned sleep. ZZzzzz

Continued Next Week



The helpful bus driver dropped us off at the familiar Golden Arches. The helpful bus driver dropped us off at the familiar Golden Arches.

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