Day 13 - The flight

At 6:30am we suddenly get a call with Moishii's mum screaming down the phone that we are going to miss the flight if we don't start leaving the hotel! Moishii screams something, slams down the phone and we all go back to sleep. At 7, we get a panic attack, no thanks to my phone's alarm blaring some rock song to wake us up. We fell out of bed, scrambled to get showered and dressed and bolt down to the breakfast hall for some food. We shoved as much food as we can down our throat whilst Moishii managed to lose an Olive that flew over his head and landed somewhere. We were too scared to find out where it landed. We ran back to our rooms and grabbed all our stuff, hailed a taxi and was on our way to Moishii's cousin's place. We get there only to find his mum waiting at the front door panicking thinking we were either going to be late, or we were ditching her and going to the airport ourselves. We left our luggage in the lobby and ran through the rain to "The Barber" for some last minute happy snaps. We get back to the apartment just intime for Moishii to lug all his luggage down three flights of stairs. The best bit? His uncle didn't want to help him move so he sat there eating this breakfast as slow as he can whlist someone lugs down the 30kg suitcase by himself. This is probably why he dropped his ventilator machine that came crashing down three flights of steps!

We finally get into the taxi to the airport after much tears, hugging, photos and last minute screws. The taxi was prebooked the night before to ensure we had a station wagon and we even negotiated the price. 25million to the airport. Only when we got to the airport, the taxi drive said we owed him 45million because we had more luggage than expected. We had a nice bargaining session before some porter ran up to us to help us move our luggage. It cost us 15million for him to push the luggage across the road. FFS. Did we have "rip us off" tattoed on all of our heads?

We get to the airport trying to find our counter to checkin, but because we were so early, we couldn't even check in. So we squatted infront of the counter for about 20 mins whilst drinking coffee that costed me 21million before they let us checkin. Once all the luggage got checked in, we all needed to pee from drinking too much coffee. I walk into the toilet only to find the entire floor flooded with water. Half of the women were semi naked and others were cleaning themselves. I tiptoe to the toilet stalls only to see these women topless in the toilet stalls cleaning themselves!! With what? In toilets in turkey have this funny hose that sticks out where the water comes out to flush the toilet. Somehow, these women had rigged the toilet so the water was continuously running and they were showering with that water!! FFS ITS NOT A FREAKIN BATH-HOUSE YOU KNOW!?

I bolt out of there without peeing to try and find another toilet. Only thing is, someone was panicking about missing the flight even though we had checked in and gone through customs. So for peace of mind, we went to the terminal over an hour and a half early to wait for our flight. Suddenly all the lights in the terminal goes off and we start to panic. What the hell was happening? Was there a terrorist attack? It didn't help that some people were panicking about the size the plane being too small and unsafe. Mind you it's a boeing 747. The lights finally come back on and we run onto the plane. I can't wait to get home. We taxi onto the runway when we come to a skidding halt. The pilot announces that because the run way was under construction, we're supposed to do a 180 degree turn on the runway in order to take off. Unfortunetly, because our plane is so big, we can't actually do that. So we were stopping at the runway to wait for a tow truck to tow us onto the runway and turn us around in the right direction. God am I getting out of this country alive!?