How we broke the bed during our first night in Istanbul

Day 1: Finally we are in the beautiful city of Istanbul but, like so many of my other trips it didn’t come without a few hiccups.

The flight was long! 17 hours with a mask is one thing but drinking water, choking on it, and then trying to hold it in for the fear of getting kicked off ( you know Covid and everything) was a whole other ball game!

We landed at 5PM, took a bus to Taksim square, walked with all our luggage for what felt like hours, and we finally arrived at our Airbnb. Kenny was not happy, sure it was a bit small and there was no hot water, or working aircon even though it was 5 degrees outside, I still thought it was cute.

Accepting the fact that we won’t be showering for the third day in a row we laid down for a good night’s rest. Crack, boom! (or whatever a bed breaking sounds like). The bed literally broke in half with us on top of it. Kenny was livid, I couldn’t stop laughing. Maybe it was the lack of sleep or my way of dealing with stress but, this was the funniest moment of my life. In my head, I can hear Lente and Michelle screaming “Die Filistyne is op ons!” Which left me crying with laughter.

The landlord was kind enough to take us to a new room that was only lit with purple neon lighting and very noisy neighbors. Imagine a night club in a dungeon with a bed….. got it? Yeah, that’s our room. I slept with one eye open and looked for the nearest best hotel available! Needless to say, Istanbul did not disappoint in the entertainment area!