The flight from Tallinn to Istanbul was smooth and, to be honest, pretty uneventful — that is, until Scott decided I should go undercover as some kind of social detective.
I had the good fortune to be seated next to a colleague of him, which I noticed by spotting a logo on the guy’s backpack. Naturally, Scott spent the rest of the flight pestering me for this guy’s name ... because obviously, I’m the kind of person who introduces myself to strangers with "Hi, what’s your name and what’s your deepest fear?" I resisted for most of the flight, but finally caved and managed to extract his name, team, and even a small piece of his soul. Mission accomplished, Scott.
Arriving at the new Istanbul airport? Let’s just say the excitement continued... with a grand total of one hour of free Wi-Fi. That's right. You’ve got 60 minutes to be entertained, informed, and thoroughly engaged before the digital lights go out and you're left alone with your thoughts for the rest of your layover.
Speaking of which, I had a long, long layover. Did I mention, it was long? Like 22 hours. Turkish Airlines was kind enough to put me up in a hotel for the night. The drive there took an exciting 1 hour and 25 minutes — through mostly barren landscapes, which made it feel like a scenic desert tour minus the camels. Finally, when we hit the Istanbul suburbs, traffic came to a screeching halt. But hey, at least I had time to admire the views of... well, more traffic.
On the bright side, the hotel provided both dinner and breakfast, so I stuffed myself and then just went to bed.
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