Leaving, arriving

Well then.

So I've just left London, for Istanbul, for a bit of a change of scene. This blog will be the (entirely tedious and solipsistic) record of my progress here...feel free to ignore the ramblings and just look at the pretty pictures.

Just a short one, until I get into the swing of things - a few from the trip over.

Leaving Jules', somewhere before eight. Ridiculously sized luggage not pictured.

Sun coming up on the Stansted Express. I was feeling vaguely nostalgic about it at the time, which is ridiculous on two counts. First, how can you be nostalgic about something you haven't left yet ('its not just that its a toilet mate, so much as it's RIGHT THERE!'). Secondly, about ten minutes after that, the bloody train in front of us broke down. Which led to an entire trainload full of stressed people with planes to catch treking through the innards of the train, complete with ridiculously sized luggage (not pictured).

Welcoming committee at İstanbul Sabiha Gökçen airport. Aw.

Last leg of the journey. There's no cars on heybeliada, so we're in a phaeton (horse drawn carriage jobby), up the hill to our gaff.

Ridiculously sized luggage just about in picture this time ;-)