We join you from our quasi-delightful little hostel in Istanbul. Why is it quasi-delightful you ask? Well, primarily it relates to the title of this blog post (look up and remind yourself). The hostel, called "Bada Bing" is in an awesome location. It is located in the lively and not super touristy area of Beyoglu which has great little restaurants and cafes, Istiklal Caddesi (a great pedestrian shopping street - much like 17th Ave if 17th Ave snorted an eight ball and took steroid injections for a year), and the Istanbul Modern, a modern art museum that we plan to visit today. We are a 5 minute walk away to Galata Bridge which takes us to the Old Town (or Sultanahmet) the touristy area with the Aya Sofia, the Blue Mosque, the Grand Bazaar and Topkapi Palace (to name only a few of the old sights in that area).
So why Amy, is your little hostel not simply the "Shit"? That sounds amazing! Why did you add the "Shits" to your description? Well.....
The hostel only has 1 lonely toilet per floor. This toilet works very hard and I imagine it is underpaid. It is certainly not given the respect it deserves. We estimate some 25 German, French, Japanese, American and Canadian backpackers abuse this poor toilet and ignore its request that NO TOILET PAPER be flushed down it (which I would extrapolate also means no cigarette butts be flushed down it....but what do I know???). Some of said backpackers also show the toilet love in the wrong way: by not flushing it at all....for countless uses.....
Those who know me, know I have a tiny bladder. Those who know Lance (or any Gillespie) know his propensity to test drive a a toilet to its maximum capacity. We have therefore been challenged by this little hostel and the little toilet that tried so very hard, but failed.
Today is our last day in Istanbul and we may be back for the last couple of days of our trip when, as of yet, we don't have anything planned. While our little Bada Bing has so much to offer, I think we may try another place to stay as I cant bear to face this poor toilet again.
PS) Lance and I are arguing whether or not to take a picture of our porcelain champ but we have already ostracised ourselves enough here by our lack of ability to play backgammon and our ability to afford to eat out at restaurants. Therefore, no picture will be provided. If you must try and recreate an image in your head, go to the closest bathroom to you and look at the toilet. Yep, that's what it looks like.
We're headed out for the day, we will upload pictures of the last three days later.
Talk soon
Lamy
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