As I have said before, it seems I do not sleep in the same bed more than ten days in a row, and this trip seems to follow the trend.

I came to Istanbul for a few nights, then flew down to Gaziantep for two nights, back up to Istanbul, staying on the European side in the Seminal Hotel for a few more nights. 

As the venue has been changed for the NLP Practitioner course I am now giving, to the Asian side of Istanbul, I have been move across the Bosphorus, to Kadikoy to a hotel overlooking the ferry port.

The hotel is called the Deniz Hotel, deniz means sea in English, and I was told I would have sea views.

   The Deniz Hotel, Kadikoy

The view from the 6th floor breakfast room of the Deniz Hotel, Kadikoy

Well I can see an island from my bedroom window. An island with car and bus traffic racing round it.

                            Not an island at sea

I can see the sea, if I lean out of the window, and strain to look between some buildings.

I do have a mosque opposite. Early morning prayer call starts at 5:30am. I know, it wakes me up as they call for believers from the loud speakers on the minarets.

                    The mosque which wakes me up at 5:30am in Kadikoy, Istanbul

The next door room seems to have a group, (more than two) young German tourists. At least between midnight and 7am they were quiet.

It is good to have variety, to have noise, to have life about me, because it means I am alive, and long may it last.