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February 2021(9 days)
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Moonlight Beach
Moonlight Beach
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Side
Side
Istanbul
Istanbul
The Blue Mosque
The Blue Mosque
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Grand Bazaar
Grand Bazaar
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Bosphorus
Bosphorus
4.7Google
Vienna International Airport
Vienna International Airport
4.2Google
Ayk Car Rental
Ayk Car Rental
4.0Google
Antalya
Antalya
Hierapolis Ancient Theater
Hierapolis Ancient Theater
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Ölüdeniz
Ölüdeniz
Oludeniz Beach
Oludeniz Beach
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Manavgat Belediyesi Side
Manavgat Belediyesi Side
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Monumental Fountain (Nymphaeum)
Monumental Fountain (Nymphaeum)
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Temple of Apollon
Temple of Apollon
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Antalya Airport
Antalya Airport
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The House Hotel Bomonti
The House Hotel Bomonti
Basilica Cistern
Basilica Cistern
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Hagia Sophia Grand Mosque
Hagia Sophia Grand Mosque
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Galata Bridge
Galata Bridge
Istanbul Airport
Istanbul Airport
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Club Hotel Falcon
Club Hotel Falcon
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Lower Duden Waterfalls
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Brno hlavní nádraží
Brno hlavní nádraží
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A little bit of Asia, a little bit of Europe, just a mixture of spices that will get you and bring a breath of exoticism back into your life in these covid times... Baklava, Salep, beautiful beaches with the sea that you can get into in winter and look out at the snow-capped mountains. Istanbul, the Orient in the palm of your hand. Kemer, Side, Antalya - the Riviera as it should be. And Pamukkale, where you're the only person on a white travertine slope. Turkey, my new love.


Why Turkey?

I've been to Turkey once, about five years ago. You'd be surprised - on a sightseeing tour with a travel agency! I bought Turkey for 7 nights for an unbelievable price, which included a return ticket from Prague, the services of a guide for the whole week, and accommodation in four-star hotels with breakfast. The price also included a bus that drove us all over the Turkish interior. And the price? 3900 CZK per person per day. This event was for seniors 50+.. As I found out later - the Turkish government subsidizes stays for this group of people.


The reason is clear, the tour guides of the travel agencies go around with them to all the local vendors and producers and try to sell them as many local goods as possible. So our expedition also visited a pottery workshop, a carpet factory, a perfume factory, a leather goods factory...  

Anyway, no one forced the younger ones (and there were five of us from the whole trip) to buy - it was clear that we were only taking this as an excursion, not as a shopping opportunity. That made us enjoy this trip all the more. 


There were two possible tours at the time. One was going to Cappadocia and the other to Pamukkale. I chose to go to Cappadocia, which is undoubtedly the main jewel of Turkey. But I knew even then that I would not be the last person to visit this country. I had to see Pamukkale too. And now the time is right!


COVID SITUATION - OPERATIONS IN TURKEY

A PCR negative test no older than 72 hours is required before traveling to Turkey. This is to be shown at boarding in Vienna and without it you will not be allowed on board. You do not need it anywhere else in Turkey (either on arrival or on domestic flights).


Locals must have the so-called HES code,  which can only be obtained via a Turkish SIM. I wasn't planning on getting either a SIM or data, hence the HES. The HES code is only necessary from a tourist's perspective when moving by public transport (without the code you don't get on any means of transport that has a turnstile leading to it - tram, train, metro). However, if you plan to use domestic flights, car rental and taxi, even the bus from Istanbul airport to the city centre, you really don't need the HES code. Not even for accommodation, as mentioned in many places.


In Turkey it is compulsory to wear a veil everywhere, under a fine of 3000 TRY (apart from Zanzibar  where in the world not, right?). So 80% of people wear one, but the number drops rapidly wherever you are with someone further out of public areas. Hotels, beaches, parks... Here the veil is immediately shed, both by foreigners and locals. As soon as you take a few steps off a busy road and into a park, there are easily a hundred people sitting on a grassy area without veils, just like the good old days at a fancy summer festival. 


Educative stickers of premises (hotels, restaurants, airports, public transport...) - in the maximum level. Covid pictograms are not missing in any shop window, on any entrance door, on floors, on tables... The 11 commandments here have replaced the 14 covid commandments - you will find this info sign at every turn.


Surface disinfection here is as automatic as cashing in a customer after a purchase.


The disposable packaging in hotel restaurants is reaching absurd levels. Every cutlery in a paper bag, everything disposable. But what I was very pleasantly surprised by - minimum plastic and plastic, everything in paper packaging. 


The shops are banned from selling alcohol on Saturdays and Sundays!! I don't know if this is Covid related or normal here, either way I consider it important information. If you don't solve it with an all inclusive hotel, don't buy alcohol in time for the weekend.


The locals have a curfew all weekend, that is Sat and Sun. However, this ban does not apply to tourists. In real life, for example, police checks are done on the roads to stop every car. Tourists have to prove not only their identity but also the reason for their trip. Once they stop you and you show your passport, they immediately wish you a good day and let you drive on. 


The monuments are more or less open in Turkey, but there are usually reduced opening hours. Pamukkale, for example, had opening hours of 10am - 8pm according to the website, in reality they closed at 5pm.


The overall mood across Turkey is totally relaxed. On a boat in Istanbul, for example, you indicate that you don't want to clean up the empty tea cup in front of you and the attendant immediately smiles and lets you contemplate the empty cup further. No cover.



Turkey is a country for which even 12 days is not enough. I'll definitely go back and try using domestic flights for a much more detailed itinerary. I can only recommend Turkey to everyone, even now in the Covid era. Because even if it's not Zanzibar or the Maldives, and even if you do wear a veil, you still get a real break from it. 


The best part of this trip for me will always be the fact that it WAS. Even after 145 years (not mine!! but the ones between heaven and earth..), as flight memory recently calculated, no flight is ordinary for me. Each one is Something Something, I have a light sleepless night before each one and a great anticipation of all that lies ahead. For with each new journey, I am more and more aware that travel is not a given and that each trip I take may be my last for a long time. I remember one day 11 months ago. I was sitting on the beach in Cahuita, waiting for my repatriation flight home, while reading headlines that we might not see the border for two years. I remember exactly the feelings I had at the time. It was the need to return home from the restless waves of the Caribbean - where my T, the THING I always come home for (Dad, That Miki, Mine), was always there, but at the same time I felt like not getting on board. To escape the impossibility of travel, for me - the impossibility of really living. Sophie's Choice was playing out inside me, and I really wasn't sure if I had made the right choice as I boarded the plane to Halifax - Reykjavik - Prague. Then everything went wrong, as it happens in life, and my "Covid year" was not only not as tragic as it looked at its starting line, but I flew and travelled the most in my life. It's just that everything is different now and no one knows what tomorrow will bring. We are tired of restrictions, limits, but also scared of every new covid wave and mutation. And people. By the way we forgot to sweep in front of our own doorstep, but quietly sweep 5 times a day in front of our neighbor's. And make it fly! I won't lie - I'm not immortal either, even I get scared sometimes. Sometimes I'm afraid of getting the last of Athens canceled, sometimes I'm afraid of death. Not mine, but the ones I love. Yeah, I'm even afraid of that Covid sometimes. Even though I still think the same thing I wrote a long time ago (it would be a real bummer if I just got shot by an assassin somewhere, swept away by a tsunami, or stung by a malaria-infected mosquito...), the possibility of not contagion, but fatality, is always there. I'm not a "Covid denier", the statistics of this virus make the word "possibility" even a "probability", it's just that whenever the oppression, fear and the desire to barricade myself at home and voluntarily set my arm and my immunity to something I don't trust a fingernail, I remember NI. A girl a few years older than me whose funeral I attended a few months ago. It wasn't Covid, it was "regular" cancer. I've thought about her almost daily for the last 9 months, and especially on every trip. I think of her threadbare knickers that she gave me with the intention of taking them somewhere she will never go again. I wore those knickers on Teide and walked out with them above the clouds. I've carried them with me often since then, and every time I put them on my feet I realize how lucky I am. Not that they fit my size, but that I "can do anything". That I have my life, what's left of it, firmly in my hands. And that, I'm sorry to anyone who's pissed off, I'm really not going to give that up. Maybe experience Turkey a second time. Covid notwithstanding. And not only Covid, also to all those who have forgotten (or worse - never experienced) what it's like to travel. I certainly haven't forgotten, won't forget, and won't pretend that a year (we're finishing first, but there will be two, three..?) can be endured without these feelings. Because it can't, and more importantly, no one knows how much time "to waste" each of us has left. And a year, sorry, like, that's really more than I can and want to give my and Ilka's sneakers off.


So what will I remember most?


Obviously Istanbul, which has enthralled me with the atmosphere of the city and the incredibly un-civil LIFE in every alleyway. Also, the best pistachio baklava cupcake and a goodness called salep, which I drank as quickly as I drank a cup of cocoa as a child. The boat ride, where I just sat for a while with a contented ear-to-ear grin on my face, was the best time I've had in this metropolis as I explored it for the first time. Staying there made me realize how amazing it is to be able to motivate your people, your team and how when someone can do that - miracles happen. Because the work of every single person in the hotel where I stayed for two nights was truly a miracle for me. 


The beach in Kemer, where you not only get into the sea but experience the most beautiful relaxation by the sea waves that I can imagine, I would include this in any Riviera itinerary. 


And of course the people-pleasing Pamukkale, the absolute ceiling of the trip, where I could stomp alone on the travertine slopes and realize the old familiar "thank you!" Taking in the contrast of two days, two different skies - sunny and freezing black, and realizing that both have their own magic and both just belong together. Just like good and evil, just like black and white, just like bad wine and Sprite (Turkish Palava). Life is not all about perfect days and moments, and that's what this trip convinced me of the most. That you can puncture your bike at the worst possible moment in the worst possible place or not start when you need to, but if you can still put a smile on your face and handle the situation with calmness (because nothing else will help you anyway), you not only win, but also have a recipe for "all the riches in the world": don't shit yourself even in the worst moments and keep moving forward. Even 350 km at an average speed of 120 km on reserve with a range of 80 km!


...and better yet - feel free to switch from lovecost to business class sometime along that journey of a lifetime, because even though it's an adrenaline rush, it's damn well worth it!

A little bit of Asia, a little bit of Europe, just a mixture of spices that will get you and bring a breath of exoticism back into your life in these covid times... Baklava, Salep, beautiful beaches with the sea that you can get into in winter and look out at the snow-capped mountains. Istanbul, the Orient in the palm of your hand. Kemer, Side, Antalya - the Riviera as it should be. And Pamukkale, where you're the only person on a white travertine slope. Turkey, my new love.


Why Turkey?

I've been to Turkey once, about five years ago. You'd be surprised - on a sightseeing tour with a travel agency! I bought Turkey for 7 nights for an unbelievable price, which included a return ticket from Prague, the services of a guide for the whole week, and accommodation in four-star hotels with breakfast. The price also included a bus that drove us all over the Turkish interior. And the price? 3900 CZK per person per day. This event was for seniors 50+.. As I found out later - the Turkish government subsidizes stays for this group of people.


The reason is clear, the tour guides of the travel agencies go around with them to all the local vendors and producers and try to sell them as many local goods as possible. So our expedition also visited a pottery workshop, a carpet factory, a perfume factory, a leather goods factory...  

Anyway, no one forced the younger ones (and there were five of us from the whole trip) to buy - it was clear that we were only taking this as an excursion, not as a shopping opportunity. That made us enjoy this trip all the more. 


There were two possible tours at the time. One was going to Cappadocia and the other to Pamukkale. I chose to go to Cappadocia, which is undoubtedly the main jewel of Turkey. But I knew even then that I would not be the last person to visit this country. I had to see Pamukkale too. And now the time is right!


COVID SITUATION - OPERATIONS IN TURKEY

A PCR negative test no older than 72 hours is required before traveling to Turkey. This is to be shown at boarding in Vienna and without it you will not be allowed on board. You do not need it anywhere else in Turkey (either on arrival or on domestic flights).


Locals must have the so-called HES code,  which can only be obtained via a Turkish SIM. I wasn't planning on getting either a SIM or data, hence the HES. The HES code is only necessary from a tourist's perspective when moving by public transport (without the code you don't get on any means of transport that has a turnstile leading to it - tram, train, metro). However, if you plan to use domestic flights, car rental and taxi, even the bus from Istanbul airport to the city centre, you really don't need the HES code. Not even for accommodation, as mentioned in many places.


In Turkey it is compulsory to wear a veil everywhere, under a fine of 3000 TRY (apart from Zanzibar  where in the world not, right?). So 80% of people wear one, but the number drops rapidly wherever you are with someone further out of public areas. Hotels, beaches, parks... Here the veil is immediately shed, both by foreigners and locals. As soon as you take a few steps off a busy road and into a park, there are easily a hundred people sitting on a grassy area without veils, just like the good old days at a fancy summer festival. 


Educative stickers of premises (hotels, restaurants, airports, public transport...) - in the maximum level. Covid pictograms are not missing in any shop window, on any entrance door, on floors, on tables... The 11 commandments here have replaced the 14 covid commandments - you will find this info sign at every turn.


Surface disinfection here is as automatic as cashing in a customer after a purchase.


The disposable packaging in hotel restaurants is reaching absurd levels. Every cutlery in a paper bag, everything disposable. But what I was very pleasantly surprised by - minimum plastic and plastic, everything in paper packaging. 


The shops are banned from selling alcohol on Saturdays and Sundays!! I don't know if this is Covid related or normal here, either way I consider it important information. If you don't solve it with an all inclusive hotel, don't buy alcohol in time for the weekend.


The locals have a curfew all weekend, that is Sat and Sun. However, this ban does not apply to tourists. In real life, for example, police checks are done on the roads to stop every car. Tourists have to prove not only their identity but also the reason for their trip. Once they stop you and you show your passport, they immediately wish you a good day and let you drive on. 


The monuments are more or less open in Turkey, but there are usually reduced opening hours. Pamukkale, for example, had opening hours of 10am - 8pm according to the website, in reality they closed at 5pm.


The overall mood across Turkey is totally relaxed. On a boat in Istanbul, for example, you indicate that you don't want to clean up the empty tea cup in front of you and the attendant immediately smiles and lets you contemplate the empty cup further. No cover.



Turkey is a country for which even 12 days is not enough. I'll definitely go back and try using domestic flights for a much more detailed itinerary. I can only recommend Turkey to everyone, even now in the Covid era. Because even if it's not Zanzibar or the Maldives, and even if you do wear a veil, you still get a real break from it. 


The best part of this trip for me will always be the fact that it WAS. Even after 145 years (not mine!! but the ones between heaven and earth..), as flight memory recently calculated, no flight is ordinary for me. Each one is Something Something, I have a light sleepless night before each one and a great anticipation of all that lies ahead. For with each new journey, I am more and more aware that travel is not a given and that each trip I take may be my last for a long time. I remember one day 11 months ago. I was sitting on the beach in Cahuita, waiting for my repatriation flight home, while reading headlines that we might not see the border for two years. I remember exactly the feelings I had at the time. It was the need to return home from the restless waves of the Caribbean - where my T, the THING I always come home for (Dad, That Miki, Mine), was always there, but at the same time I felt like not getting on board. To escape the impossibility of travel, for me - the impossibility of really living. Sophie's Choice was playing out inside me, and I really wasn't sure if I had made the right choice as I boarded the plane to Halifax - Reykjavik - Prague. Then everything went wrong, as it happens in life, and my "Covid year" was not only not as tragic as it looked at its starting line, but I flew and travelled the most in my life. It's just that everything is different now and no one knows what tomorrow will bring. We are tired of restrictions, limits, but also scared of every new covid wave and mutation. And people. By the way we forgot to sweep in front of our own doorstep, but quietly sweep 5 times a day in front of our neighbor's. And make it fly! I won't lie - I'm not immortal either, even I get scared sometimes. Sometimes I'm afraid of getting the last of Athens canceled, sometimes I'm afraid of death. Not mine, but the ones I love. Yeah, I'm even afraid of that Covid sometimes. Even though I still think the same thing I wrote a long time ago (it would be a real bummer if I just got shot by an assassin somewhere, swept away by a tsunami, or stung by a malaria-infected mosquito...), the possibility of not contagion, but fatality, is always there. I'm not a "Covid denier", the statistics of this virus make the word "possibility" even a "probability", it's just that whenever the oppression, fear and the desire to barricade myself at home and voluntarily set my arm and my immunity to something I don't trust a fingernail, I remember NI. A girl a few years older than me whose funeral I attended a few months ago. It wasn't Covid, it was "regular" cancer. I've thought about her almost daily for the last 9 months, and especially on every trip. I think of her threadbare knickers that she gave me with the intention of taking them somewhere she will never go again. I wore those knickers on Teide and walked out with them above the clouds. I've carried them with me often since then, and every time I put them on my feet I realize how lucky I am. Not that they fit my size, but that I "can do anything". That I have my life, what's left of it, firmly in my hands. And that, I'm sorry to anyone who's pissed off, I'm really not going to give that up. Maybe experience Turkey a second time. Covid notwithstanding. And not only Covid, also to all those who have forgotten (or worse - never experienced) what it's like to travel. I certainly haven't forgotten, won't forget, and won't pretend that a year (we're finishing first, but there will be two, three..?) can be endured without these feelings. Because it can't, and more importantly, no one knows how much time "to waste" each of us has left. And a year, sorry, like, that's really more than I can and want to give my and Ilka's sneakers off.


So what will I remember most?


Obviously Istanbul, which has enthralled me with the atmosphere of the city and the incredibly un-civil LIFE in every alleyway. Also, the best pistachio baklava cupcake and a goodness called salep, which I drank as quickly as I drank a cup of cocoa as a child. The boat ride, where I just sat for a while with a contented ear-to-ear grin on my face, was the best time I've had in this metropolis as I explored it for the first time. Staying there made me realize how amazing it is to be able to motivate your people, your team and how when someone can do that - miracles happen. Because the work of every single person in the hotel where I stayed for two nights was truly a miracle for me. 


The beach in Kemer, where you not only get into the sea but experience the most beautiful relaxation by the sea waves that I can imagine, I would include this in any Riviera itinerary. 


And of course the people-pleasing Pamukkale, the absolute ceiling of the trip, where I could stomp alone on the travertine slopes and realize the old familiar "thank you!" Taking in the contrast of two days, two different skies - sunny and freezing black, and realizing that both have their own magic and both just belong together. Just like good and evil, just like black and white, just like bad wine and Sprite (Turkish Palava). Life is not all about perfect days and moments, and that's what this trip convinced me of the most. That you can puncture your bike at the worst possible moment in the worst possible place or not start when you need to, but if you can still put a smile on your face and handle the situation with calmness (because nothing else will help you anyway), you not only win, but also have a recipe for "all the riches in the world": don't shit yourself even in the worst moments and keep moving forward. Even 350 km at an average speed of 120 km on reserve with a range of 80 km!


...and better yet - feel free to switch from lovecost to business class sometime along that journey of a lifetime, because even though it's an adrenaline rush, it's damn well worth it!

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TURKEY for CAT

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The adventure awaits

February 2021(9 days)
February 2021(9 days)
Pamukkale
Pamukkale
Moonlight Beach
Moonlight Beach
4.3Google
Side
Side
Istanbul
Istanbul
The Blue Mosque
The Blue Mosque
4.7Google
Grand Bazaar
Grand Bazaar
4.4Google
Bosphorus
Bosphorus
4.7Google
Vienna International Airport
Vienna International Airport
4.2Google
Ayk Car Rental
Ayk Car Rental
4.0Google
Antalya
Antalya
Hierapolis Ancient Theater
Hierapolis Ancient Theater
4.9Google
Ölüdeniz
Ölüdeniz
Oludeniz Beach
Oludeniz Beach
4.4Google
Manavgat Belediyesi Side
Manavgat Belediyesi Side
4.4Google
Monumental Fountain (Nymphaeum)
Monumental Fountain (Nymphaeum)
4.8Google
Temple of Apollon
Temple of Apollon
4.8Google
Antalya Airport
Antalya Airport
3.9Google
The House Hotel Bomonti
The House Hotel Bomonti
Basilica Cistern
Basilica Cistern
4.6Google
Hagia Sophia Grand Mosque
Hagia Sophia Grand Mosque
4.8Google
Galata Bridge
Galata Bridge
Istanbul Airport
Istanbul Airport
4.4Google
Club Hotel Falcon
Club Hotel Falcon
4.1Google
Lower Duden Waterfalls
Lower Duden Waterfalls
4.7Google
Brno hlavní nádraží
Brno hlavní nádraží
3.0Google

A little bit of Asia, a little bit of Europe, just a mixture of spices that will get you and bring a breath of exoticism back into your life in these covid times... Baklava, Salep, beautiful beaches with the sea that you can get into in winter and look out at the snow-capped mountains. Istanbul, the Orient in the palm of your hand. Kemer, Side, Antalya - the Riviera as it should be. And Pamukkale, where you're the only person on a white travertine slope. Turkey, my new love.


Why Turkey?

I've been to Turkey once, about five years ago. You'd be surprised - on a sightseeing tour with a travel agency! I bought Turkey for 7 nights for an unbelievable price, which included a return ticket from Prague, the services of a guide for the whole week, and accommodation in four-star hotels with breakfast. The price also included a bus that drove us all over the Turkish interior. And the price? 3900 CZK per person per day. This event was for seniors 50+.. As I found out later - the Turkish government subsidizes stays for this group of people.


The reason is clear, the tour guides of the travel agencies go around with them to all the local vendors and producers and try to sell them as many local goods as possible. So our expedition also visited a pottery workshop, a carpet factory, a perfume factory, a leather goods factory...  

Anyway, no one forced the younger ones (and there were five of us from the whole trip) to buy - it was clear that we were only taking this as an excursion, not as a shopping opportunity. That made us enjoy this trip all the more. 


There were two possible tours at the time. One was going to Cappadocia and the other to Pamukkale. I chose to go to Cappadocia, which is undoubtedly the main jewel of Turkey. But I knew even then that I would not be the last person to visit this country. I had to see Pamukkale too. And now the time is right!


COVID SITUATION - OPERATIONS IN TURKEY

A PCR negative test no older than 72 hours is required before traveling to Turkey. This is to be shown at boarding in Vienna and without it you will not be allowed on board. You do not need it anywhere else in Turkey (either on arrival or on domestic flights).


Locals must have the so-called HES code,  which can only be obtained via a Turkish SIM. I wasn't planning on getting either a SIM or data, hence the HES. The HES code is only necessary from a tourist's perspective when moving by public transport (without the code you don't get on any means of transport that has a turnstile leading to it - tram, train, metro). However, if you plan to use domestic flights, car rental and taxi, even the bus from Istanbul airport to the city centre, you really don't need the HES code. Not even for accommodation, as mentioned in many places.


In Turkey it is compulsory to wear a veil everywhere, under a fine of 3000 TRY (apart from Zanzibar  where in the world not, right?). So 80% of people wear one, but the number drops rapidly wherever you are with someone further out of public areas. Hotels, beaches, parks... Here the veil is immediately shed, both by foreigners and locals. As soon as you take a few steps off a busy road and into a park, there are easily a hundred people sitting on a grassy area without veils, just like the good old days at a fancy summer festival. 


Educative stickers of premises (hotels, restaurants, airports, public transport...) - in the maximum level. Covid pictograms are not missing in any shop window, on any entrance door, on floors, on tables... The 11 commandments here have replaced the 14 covid commandments - you will find this info sign at every turn.


Surface disinfection here is as automatic as cashing in a customer after a purchase.


The disposable packaging in hotel restaurants is reaching absurd levels. Every cutlery in a paper bag, everything disposable. But what I was very pleasantly surprised by - minimum plastic and plastic, everything in paper packaging. 


The shops are banned from selling alcohol on Saturdays and Sundays!! I don't know if this is Covid related or normal here, either way I consider it important information. If you don't solve it with an all inclusive hotel, don't buy alcohol in time for the weekend.


The locals have a curfew all weekend, that is Sat and Sun. However, this ban does not apply to tourists. In real life, for example, police checks are done on the roads to stop every car. Tourists have to prove not only their identity but also the reason for their trip. Once they stop you and you show your passport, they immediately wish you a good day and let you drive on. 


The monuments are more or less open in Turkey, but there are usually reduced opening hours. Pamukkale, for example, had opening hours of 10am - 8pm according to the website, in reality they closed at 5pm.


The overall mood across Turkey is totally relaxed. On a boat in Istanbul, for example, you indicate that you don't want to clean up the empty tea cup in front of you and the attendant immediately smiles and lets you contemplate the empty cup further. No cover.



Turkey is a country for which even 12 days is not enough. I'll definitely go back and try using domestic flights for a much more detailed itinerary. I can only recommend Turkey to everyone, even now in the Covid era. Because even if it's not Zanzibar or the Maldives, and even if you do wear a veil, you still get a real break from it. 


The best part of this trip for me will always be the fact that it WAS. Even after 145 years (not mine!! but the ones between heaven and earth..), as flight memory recently calculated, no flight is ordinary for me. Each one is Something Something, I have a light sleepless night before each one and a great anticipation of all that lies ahead. For with each new journey, I am more and more aware that travel is not a given and that each trip I take may be my last for a long time. I remember one day 11 months ago. I was sitting on the beach in Cahuita, waiting for my repatriation flight home, while reading headlines that we might not see the border for two years. I remember exactly the feelings I had at the time. It was the need to return home from the restless waves of the Caribbean - where my T, the THING I always come home for (Dad, That Miki, Mine), was always there, but at the same time I felt like not getting on board. To escape the impossibility of travel, for me - the impossibility of really living. Sophie's Choice was playing out inside me, and I really wasn't sure if I had made the right choice as I boarded the plane to Halifax - Reykjavik - Prague. Then everything went wrong, as it happens in life, and my "Covid year" was not only not as tragic as it looked at its starting line, but I flew and travelled the most in my life. It's just that everything is different now and no one knows what tomorrow will bring. We are tired of restrictions, limits, but also scared of every new covid wave and mutation. And people. By the way we forgot to sweep in front of our own doorstep, but quietly sweep 5 times a day in front of our neighbor's. And make it fly! I won't lie - I'm not immortal either, even I get scared sometimes. Sometimes I'm afraid of getting the last of Athens canceled, sometimes I'm afraid of death. Not mine, but the ones I love. Yeah, I'm even afraid of that Covid sometimes. Even though I still think the same thing I wrote a long time ago (it would be a real bummer if I just got shot by an assassin somewhere, swept away by a tsunami, or stung by a malaria-infected mosquito...), the possibility of not contagion, but fatality, is always there. I'm not a "Covid denier", the statistics of this virus make the word "possibility" even a "probability", it's just that whenever the oppression, fear and the desire to barricade myself at home and voluntarily set my arm and my immunity to something I don't trust a fingernail, I remember NI. A girl a few years older than me whose funeral I attended a few months ago. It wasn't Covid, it was "regular" cancer. I've thought about her almost daily for the last 9 months, and especially on every trip. I think of her threadbare knickers that she gave me with the intention of taking them somewhere she will never go again. I wore those knickers on Teide and walked out with them above the clouds. I've carried them with me often since then, and every time I put them on my feet I realize how lucky I am. Not that they fit my size, but that I "can do anything". That I have my life, what's left of it, firmly in my hands. And that, I'm sorry to anyone who's pissed off, I'm really not going to give that up. Maybe experience Turkey a second time. Covid notwithstanding. And not only Covid, also to all those who have forgotten (or worse - never experienced) what it's like to travel. I certainly haven't forgotten, won't forget, and won't pretend that a year (we're finishing first, but there will be two, three..?) can be endured without these feelings. Because it can't, and more importantly, no one knows how much time "to waste" each of us has left. And a year, sorry, like, that's really more than I can and want to give my and Ilka's sneakers off.


So what will I remember most?


Obviously Istanbul, which has enthralled me with the atmosphere of the city and the incredibly un-civil LIFE in every alleyway. Also, the best pistachio baklava cupcake and a goodness called salep, which I drank as quickly as I drank a cup of cocoa as a child. The boat ride, where I just sat for a while with a contented ear-to-ear grin on my face, was the best time I've had in this metropolis as I explored it for the first time. Staying there made me realize how amazing it is to be able to motivate your people, your team and how when someone can do that - miracles happen. Because the work of every single person in the hotel where I stayed for two nights was truly a miracle for me. 


The beach in Kemer, where you not only get into the sea but experience the most beautiful relaxation by the sea waves that I can imagine, I would include this in any Riviera itinerary. 


And of course the people-pleasing Pamukkale, the absolute ceiling of the trip, where I could stomp alone on the travertine slopes and realize the old familiar "thank you!" Taking in the contrast of two days, two different skies - sunny and freezing black, and realizing that both have their own magic and both just belong together. Just like good and evil, just like black and white, just like bad wine and Sprite (Turkish Palava). Life is not all about perfect days and moments, and that's what this trip convinced me of the most. That you can puncture your bike at the worst possible moment in the worst possible place or not start when you need to, but if you can still put a smile on your face and handle the situation with calmness (because nothing else will help you anyway), you not only win, but also have a recipe for "all the riches in the world": don't shit yourself even in the worst moments and keep moving forward. Even 350 km at an average speed of 120 km on reserve with a range of 80 km!


...and better yet - feel free to switch from lovecost to business class sometime along that journey of a lifetime, because even though it's an adrenaline rush, it's damn well worth it!

A little bit of Asia, a little bit of Europe, just a mixture of spices that will get you and bring a breath of exoticism back into your life in these covid times... Baklava, Salep, beautiful beaches with the sea that you can get into in winter and look out at the snow-capped mountains. Istanbul, the Orient in the palm of your hand. Kemer, Side, Antalya - the Riviera as it should be. And Pamukkale, where you're the only person on a white travertine slope. Turkey, my new love.


Why Turkey?

I've been to Turkey once, about five years ago. You'd be surprised - on a sightseeing tour with a travel agency! I bought Turkey for 7 nights for an unbelievable price, which included a return ticket from Prague, the services of a guide for the whole week, and accommodation in four-star hotels with breakfast. The price also included a bus that drove us all over the Turkish interior. And the price? 3900 CZK per person per day. This event was for seniors 50+.. As I found out later - the Turkish government subsidizes stays for this group of people.


The reason is clear, the tour guides of the travel agencies go around with them to all the local vendors and producers and try to sell them as many local goods as possible. So our expedition also visited a pottery workshop, a carpet factory, a perfume factory, a leather goods factory...  

Anyway, no one forced the younger ones (and there were five of us from the whole trip) to buy - it was clear that we were only taking this as an excursion, not as a shopping opportunity. That made us enjoy this trip all the more. 


There were two possible tours at the time. One was going to Cappadocia and the other to Pamukkale. I chose to go to Cappadocia, which is undoubtedly the main jewel of Turkey. But I knew even then that I would not be the last person to visit this country. I had to see Pamukkale too. And now the time is right!


COVID SITUATION - OPERATIONS IN TURKEY

A PCR negative test no older than 72 hours is required before traveling to Turkey. This is to be shown at boarding in Vienna and without it you will not be allowed on board. You do not need it anywhere else in Turkey (either on arrival or on domestic flights).


Locals must have the so-called HES code,  which can only be obtained via a Turkish SIM. I wasn't planning on getting either a SIM or data, hence the HES. The HES code is only necessary from a tourist's perspective when moving by public transport (without the code you don't get on any means of transport that has a turnstile leading to it - tram, train, metro). However, if you plan to use domestic flights, car rental and taxi, even the bus from Istanbul airport to the city centre, you really don't need the HES code. Not even for accommodation, as mentioned in many places.


In Turkey it is compulsory to wear a veil everywhere, under a fine of 3000 TRY (apart from Zanzibar  where in the world not, right?). So 80% of people wear one, but the number drops rapidly wherever you are with someone further out of public areas. Hotels, beaches, parks... Here the veil is immediately shed, both by foreigners and locals. As soon as you take a few steps off a busy road and into a park, there are easily a hundred people sitting on a grassy area without veils, just like the good old days at a fancy summer festival. 


Educative stickers of premises (hotels, restaurants, airports, public transport...) - in the maximum level. Covid pictograms are not missing in any shop window, on any entrance door, on floors, on tables... The 11 commandments here have replaced the 14 covid commandments - you will find this info sign at every turn.


Surface disinfection here is as automatic as cashing in a customer after a purchase.


The disposable packaging in hotel restaurants is reaching absurd levels. Every cutlery in a paper bag, everything disposable. But what I was very pleasantly surprised by - minimum plastic and plastic, everything in paper packaging. 


The shops are banned from selling alcohol on Saturdays and Sundays!! I don't know if this is Covid related or normal here, either way I consider it important information. If you don't solve it with an all inclusive hotel, don't buy alcohol in time for the weekend.


The locals have a curfew all weekend, that is Sat and Sun. However, this ban does not apply to tourists. In real life, for example, police checks are done on the roads to stop every car. Tourists have to prove not only their identity but also the reason for their trip. Once they stop you and you show your passport, they immediately wish you a good day and let you drive on. 


The monuments are more or less open in Turkey, but there are usually reduced opening hours. Pamukkale, for example, had opening hours of 10am - 8pm according to the website, in reality they closed at 5pm.


The overall mood across Turkey is totally relaxed. On a boat in Istanbul, for example, you indicate that you don't want to clean up the empty tea cup in front of you and the attendant immediately smiles and lets you contemplate the empty cup further. No cover.



Turkey is a country for which even 12 days is not enough. I'll definitely go back and try using domestic flights for a much more detailed itinerary. I can only recommend Turkey to everyone, even now in the Covid era. Because even if it's not Zanzibar or the Maldives, and even if you do wear a veil, you still get a real break from it. 


The best part of this trip for me will always be the fact that it WAS. Even after 145 years (not mine!! but the ones between heaven and earth..), as flight memory recently calculated, no flight is ordinary for me. Each one is Something Something, I have a light sleepless night before each one and a great anticipation of all that lies ahead. For with each new journey, I am more and more aware that travel is not a given and that each trip I take may be my last for a long time. I remember one day 11 months ago. I was sitting on the beach in Cahuita, waiting for my repatriation flight home, while reading headlines that we might not see the border for two years. I remember exactly the feelings I had at the time. It was the need to return home from the restless waves of the Caribbean - where my T, the THING I always come home for (Dad, That Miki, Mine), was always there, but at the same time I felt like not getting on board. To escape the impossibility of travel, for me - the impossibility of really living. Sophie's Choice was playing out inside me, and I really wasn't sure if I had made the right choice as I boarded the plane to Halifax - Reykjavik - Prague. Then everything went wrong, as it happens in life, and my "Covid year" was not only not as tragic as it looked at its starting line, but I flew and travelled the most in my life. It's just that everything is different now and no one knows what tomorrow will bring. We are tired of restrictions, limits, but also scared of every new covid wave and mutation. And people. By the way we forgot to sweep in front of our own doorstep, but quietly sweep 5 times a day in front of our neighbor's. And make it fly! I won't lie - I'm not immortal either, even I get scared sometimes. Sometimes I'm afraid of getting the last of Athens canceled, sometimes I'm afraid of death. Not mine, but the ones I love. Yeah, I'm even afraid of that Covid sometimes. Even though I still think the same thing I wrote a long time ago (it would be a real bummer if I just got shot by an assassin somewhere, swept away by a tsunami, or stung by a malaria-infected mosquito...), the possibility of not contagion, but fatality, is always there. I'm not a "Covid denier", the statistics of this virus make the word "possibility" even a "probability", it's just that whenever the oppression, fear and the desire to barricade myself at home and voluntarily set my arm and my immunity to something I don't trust a fingernail, I remember NI. A girl a few years older than me whose funeral I attended a few months ago. It wasn't Covid, it was "regular" cancer. I've thought about her almost daily for the last 9 months, and especially on every trip. I think of her threadbare knickers that she gave me with the intention of taking them somewhere she will never go again. I wore those knickers on Teide and walked out with them above the clouds. I've carried them with me often since then, and every time I put them on my feet I realize how lucky I am. Not that they fit my size, but that I "can do anything". That I have my life, what's left of it, firmly in my hands. And that, I'm sorry to anyone who's pissed off, I'm really not going to give that up. Maybe experience Turkey a second time. Covid notwithstanding. And not only Covid, also to all those who have forgotten (or worse - never experienced) what it's like to travel. I certainly haven't forgotten, won't forget, and won't pretend that a year (we're finishing first, but there will be two, three..?) can be endured without these feelings. Because it can't, and more importantly, no one knows how much time "to waste" each of us has left. And a year, sorry, like, that's really more than I can and want to give my and Ilka's sneakers off.


So what will I remember most?


Obviously Istanbul, which has enthralled me with the atmosphere of the city and the incredibly un-civil LIFE in every alleyway. Also, the best pistachio baklava cupcake and a goodness called salep, which I drank as quickly as I drank a cup of cocoa as a child. The boat ride, where I just sat for a while with a contented ear-to-ear grin on my face, was the best time I've had in this metropolis as I explored it for the first time. Staying there made me realize how amazing it is to be able to motivate your people, your team and how when someone can do that - miracles happen. Because the work of every single person in the hotel where I stayed for two nights was truly a miracle for me. 


The beach in Kemer, where you not only get into the sea but experience the most beautiful relaxation by the sea waves that I can imagine, I would include this in any Riviera itinerary. 


And of course the people-pleasing Pamukkale, the absolute ceiling of the trip, where I could stomp alone on the travertine slopes and realize the old familiar "thank you!" Taking in the contrast of two days, two different skies - sunny and freezing black, and realizing that both have their own magic and both just belong together. Just like good and evil, just like black and white, just like bad wine and Sprite (Turkish Palava). Life is not all about perfect days and moments, and that's what this trip convinced me of the most. That you can puncture your bike at the worst possible moment in the worst possible place or not start when you need to, but if you can still put a smile on your face and handle the situation with calmness (because nothing else will help you anyway), you not only win, but also have a recipe for "all the riches in the world": don't shit yourself even in the worst moments and keep moving forward. Even 350 km at an average speed of 120 km on reserve with a range of 80 km!


...and better yet - feel free to switch from lovecost to business class sometime along that journey of a lifetime, because even though it's an adrenaline rush, it's damn well worth it!