The streets surrounding the Konak Otel (the O is correct) is undergoing street re-construction (or destruction). When I came back from Izmir, the streets were mushy under my feet in mud. It was raining, but work must go on.
Today and everyday since, big equipment has taken over the streets and the stones are being ripped out. I don’t know the plan for reconstruction, but I do know it’s noisy and dirty and dangerous to walk down the street while being chased by a bull dozer.
But the good news is, the staff in this hotel is awesome and I like everyone of them.
Never in my life has anyone ever made my bed; and I’m enjoying the service of the maids.
I leave to go someplace and when I come back the room is clean and the bed is made, and there are fresh towels.
Today I took a ferry ride over to the European side of Istanbul and then got into a taxi. I told the driver I wanted to go to the Media Markt. He told me there were several. “Which one do you want to go to?”
“The closest one.” He stopped at a fancy hotel and asked the door man, who was dressed like a prince in tall hat and long coat, where it was. He gave the taxi driver some information.
The driver said that would take 40 minutes and in bad traffic.
I said okay, clearly knowing he didn’t like the idea at all. I showed him my camera and told him it wasn’t working and I wanted to buy one just like it. He drove aways and then looked at me and said, “two minutes.” He turned the taxi around and back we went. I decided to go along with him, but knowing when we got to where he wanted to take me, I could leave and get another taxi to take me to Media Markt.
So in about five minutes he stopped the taxi, told me to follow him and I did. He took me to a passageway that had several camera stores.
I paid the driver and he looked happy to be relieved of the ordeal.
I went into one shop and caused a great deal of laughter when the salesman showed me an updated version of my camera, and I asked him for a better deal. “For an old lady.” That’s always good for a laugh.
He told me if I walked down the street, turned left, there would be a store owned by a Chinese man who could probably fix the camera. Well I have done the research and learned that once a camera has been dropped on hard concrete, and no longer functions, it can be fixed, but it would be cheaper to buy a new one.
So, not wanting to learn anything new, with another camera, I left. But I saw a camera shop down the street and went in.
I showed the camera and told the salesman that I wanted the same camera, and he had one. I paid what he asked, but the gentleman gave me a card along with it. I know I paid a bit more than I would have in the U.S., but I need it for the two more weeks I have left, so I plunked down my visa card and now the camera is mine.
The salesman put the strap on the camera and hung it around my neck, telling me not to drop it.
I didn’t stay long on that side of Istanbul because I wanted to get back and get the camera up and working. The manual is in Turkish…big joke on me. I sent my English manual to my son, Larry, who has been putting all that I send him into my car. I’ll have lots of stuff to look at when I get back.
But, not to worry, the camera is working great.
When I got back to the street under destruction, I caught hotel employee, Sinon, with a pick pulling some rocks away from the hotel, and Engin watching the action.