I S T A N B U L
The sky's a gloomy gray. The light drizzle keeps the temperatures at a single digit on this overcast morning. Not the best atmosphere to explore the city that straddles two continents, but this lone SQTalker is no less charmed by its historical charm that has amazed travellers for centuries. But why was I in a city 5000 miles away from home in the first place?
Ever since SQ announced its intention to refurbish all remaining 777-200ERs, I was longing to enjoy the Spacebed J seats one last time. IST had award space, and I snagged it in a heartbeat. I have a tendency to be emotionally attached to (most) older aircraft and seats, most notably SQ's 744s, even though their offerings lack the modernity that other airplanes boast. I'm also part of the 0.00000001% of travellers who enjoy sleeping on slopy surfaces, so you can say I was thrilled to have this opportunity.
My love for the Spacebed has developed from years of flying the KUL-SIN runs, where 772ERs featured at least once a day (when SQ and MH still dominated the route). Heck, it was also the very first Business seat I'd ever sat on. I just had to say goodbye one last time.
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The city's metro system is fairly easy to navigate, and I'm at the Sultanahmet area in no time.
A visit to the Blue Mosque and Haga Sofia when in Istanbul is about as essential as posing infront of the Eiffel Tower on your first visit to Paris, and that was exactly what I set out to do.
The equally breathtaking Haga Sofia
Asia lies on the other side of the Bosphorus river.
The metro isn't quite comparable to the Narita Express, but it gets the job done efficiently.
Three hours before my 1325 departure, I was back at the airport metro station.
Ataturk's check in hall isn't overly impressive, though it does seem a tad more organized than my last visit.
It took a bit of effort to locate SQ's counters, where long queues had already formed, even at the priority lines which made me wonder if anyone was queuing where they shouldn't have been. 15 minutes later, I was processed by a smily agent in his mid 20's.
He was easily the chattiest check in agent I've ever come across, taking about everything from the Petronas Twin Towers (after noticing my passport) to luggage brands and the weather. He even took out a subway map and circling the stations I should stop by on my next visit, much to the bemusement of a business traveller still standing in line, now looking straight at us while tapping his watch. With a blue boarding pass in hand, it was time to move on.
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