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EnduranceJay in town


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My old buddy EnduranceJay is in Istanbul, chilling out after a hectic schedule working in the Far East. Yesterday, we went for a traditional döner kebap in the Sirkeci area, visited the cavernous Basilica Cistern, checked out a large shopping centre (one of EnduranceJay's passions) and had a quiet tea in Bebek.

We returned to the magnificent Four Seasons, Istanbul, considered one of the best hotels in the world by the likes of Travel & Leisure or Conde Nast Traveler. This fine establishment provides hospitality in the grand old tradition, treating EnduranceJay in the manner in which he's come to expect.

In the elevator, I was admiring the teak inlay, which led to the following exchange with the bellhop:

Bellhop: "Do you know that this is building is a former prison?"
Me: "Of course."
Bellhop [proudly]: "Did you know that this is the finest prison in the world?"
Me: "I suppose it is."
Bellhop: "Do you know why this is the finest prison in the world?"
Me: [confused] "No..."
Bellhop: [triumphantly]: "Because you have your freedom. You are free to come and go as you please."

EnduranceJay has embraced British colonialism of Hong Kong, therefore he has taken to drinking the occasional gin & tonic. We sat by the fire, sipping our G&Ts, and talking of new adventures.

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