Rarely one for shopping, and even less when it involves gaudy souvenir crap, I’m not entirely sure how I ended up in Istanbul’s Grand Bazaar. Especially when I knew beforehand that it was simply a MASSIVE indoor market, full of overpriced souvenir crap aimed at tourists. Still, I was roped into it by a couple of Georgian girls, who were admittedly good company (..except for the time they ran off in Sofia, Bulgaria, while I had to explain to the cops why we were drinking in the abandoned building…). And I found myself in there again a few days later, for some dumb reason.
Still, despite the prevalence of shiny things, there was just far too many lanterns, far too many jewellery stores, and FAR too many sellers who would hassle me, ME, about buying whatever little thing I glanced at, or that the girls glanced at. Seriously guys, look at me. Sporting an inch thick beard, dirty tattered jeans, long hair, shoes I could poke my toes through, a backpack from the 80’s and a camera from the 70’s, I disn’t exactly look like the souvenir buying type….. or the type to buy expensive jewellery for female company… And that’s something I consider myself relatively proud of, in all honesty.
Still, all that said, I took one or two photos of shiny things. And I must admit, the Grand Bazaar wouldn’t be so bad, sans all the tourists, annoying sellers, and hell, the prices… Maybe I’d splurge on something if splurging wasn’t so expensive.