Another flight, the same food.
On this flight, I had the choice of fish or pasta. There was no choice.
I opened the pasta to find a crusted offering, but the taste was better than the looks.
The salad revealed chopped peppers that my body does not tolerate well, so no problem.
The dessert offered a better offering, chocolate cake.
Now I was happy.
Day: 18 June 2007
I traveled to Istanbul on Friday to give a NLP Master Practitioner course, but the aircraft arrived slightly late, at 10:30pm. I was worried that Salim the driver would be in trouble waiting for me.
I left arrivals hall, to be met by Salim, who speaks little English, saying something about ambulance.
Then I realised. Waiting for me was an ambulance to take me to my hotel in Kadikoy.
Down the motorways we raced, lights flashing, cars moving out of the way.
So I was not late arriving at the hotel.
Strange arrival.
Now I have to find an internet connection.