After my mad aeroplane extravaganza and the frustration of rush hour the night before I had grabbed my bags and followed Rhami's move down to Sultanahmet. A better hostel and close to the sights of Sultanahmet, it had been my idea. For once I had wanted to be part of the backpacker scene since so far I had pretty much seen none of it, it was surprisingly off season and quiet. Next morning I had sex for breakfast, at least thats what the boy wrote when I ordered it, S.EX. (scrambled eggs). It was Sunday and we had an appointment with the Whirling Dervishes later on but reckoned we would just about be able to squeeze the Dolmabache Palace in first.
The Dolmabache Palace. Sultan ..... built this baby in .... because he considered the Topkapi not good enough for him, which is really saying something.