Adventure to the end

Home at last, but not without excitement.

Sunday morning, Mike had arranged a car to the airport from the same company that provided the guide on Saturday.  Since it turned out that we were going at the same time, we told the guide to make it a car for 4.

So there we were, 5:15 a.m., in the dark of Istanbul, and this little tiny car drives up–it might hold us, or our luggage, but most assuredly not both.  The driver, seeing the situation, pulls out his phone and tells us the he will have another car there in 2 minutes–which is just impossible for me to believe, I know it will be half an hour at least, and we don’t have that kind of time.

So we yell at the doorman, and, after two or three tries, we get him to whistle up a taksi (local spelling), and off we roar into the night.

Istanbul is a huge city, 14 million or so, and has hideous traffic problems, but we enjoyed only open streets as zoomed to the airport.  A porter got our bags and we headed into the cavernous building and the flight home.

27 hours later, we landed in SFO, tired, sweaty, over-fed and ready for home.  Except that I had to get our bags off the carousel, and they never came down.  Yep, they did it again.  It turns out that the Iberia agent in Istanbul only bothered to route our luggage as far as Dallas.  American Airlines is on the case, they’ve seen this before, and they promise that the bags will be delivered here by noon today.  I’m not holding my breath, but I’m much more confident than I was in Ethiopia.  At least they didn’t promise to send a message to Cairo.

The very last leg, which should have been a piece of cake at 9:30 on a Sunday night, was stop and go most of the way–we had the good fortune to arrive just as the Giants-Dodgers game was over.  We finally made it, and collapsed into our own bed.  It was a great trip, and it’s good to be home.

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