Baklava, round, honey-soaked pastries topped with green pistachios (Photographer: Greg Elms) © Lonely Planet Images

Stuart thought it would be fun if we did a little trip before I start work in a few weeks so tomorrow we are off to Istanbul for a few days.

A few weeks ago, I suddenly realized we hadn’t looked into the visa requirements. Momentary panic- but after a quick bit of research we found you can get a visa at the border for ten quid. At least I hope it is only ten pounds. I am slightly worried that there might be a backlash extra special American price considering the wankedy wank-wank-wank-wank-wank-wank-wankness of the Bushies foreign policy.

I’m certain it will be fine. I’m just being silly.

I’m so excited to be in a city that was ancient when Christ was alive. I’m excited about the Grand Bazaar, the spice market and of course the book market. . . not to mention the Haghia Sofia and the Blue Mosque. And the food. I get giddy when I think about the food.

One of the reasons why I love food is not just that I enjoy eating, (which the size of my ass can attest) but I love the story that food tells. There is a history found in how a dish is prepared. Can you imagine how great the food history is in a melting pot like Istanbul?

Stuart could care less about food. He would happily wash a pill down every day with a Fosters for his nutrition needs if he could. I’m hoping he doesn’t drag me into a Turkish McDonalds.

When I return, there will pictures and an update on our visit to the oldest still existing city in the world!

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