It's that time again. I've just entered the airport in Dusseldorf to get me to go to the monthly route to Istanbul. After a few steps, I have the switch of the "Turkish Airlines" is reached and the friendly lady expecting me to tell me "check in".
The queue was as always quite short, presented my passport and ticket, it is only the work of a few minutes until I can go with my boarding pass in hand, even in the departure hall.
sitting a few steps later I was already in the cafe of the airport, my first coffee drink at this day and read the newspaper to me, keep informed about what is happening in the world around me everything.
An hour later, I hear that I am well familiar voice that calls to us to output B25 to go, since Turkish Airlines TK 1527 now stands ready for takeoff. As always on time.
Although I seems that at least 500 people simultaneously want the airplane, is here too reibunsglos and fast. A few minutes later I sit in my seat
I usually try a seat in the exit row preserved, not because I think that I speed up in a crash off the plane came, but not to store more of my "normal" body proportions can comfortably :-))
sitting next to me my "Baskan" (my wife) and all sitting outside, a young Turkish manager. have
not yet properly perceived, to be back on the plane, we go well already in the air. Istanbul here I come!
now sitting above the clouds, the sun comes in my face, is already the friendly stewardess and asks: "Welcome on board sir, do you want tea, Water, Coffee? I opt for a delicious Turkish noncarbonated water and am already thinking in Istanbul.
something an hour later, details of which have already friendly stewardess comes back to us and offers us the choice of delicious fish (Balik) or noodles at (makarna). I opt for the delicious Nüdelchen.
Especially but I am always on the excellent dessert, but which I usually try to so food, without which it will notice my Baskan, because she says "Super Mario" was already sufficient "spare tire" around hips equipped :-))
After this excellent meal, I realize how slow my lower eyelids and a pleasant feeling begins. "Super Mario" is asleep. Also, because the plane is flying so low and quiet, my compliments to the Turkish pilots, that it is one, as if you were sitting in a "glider".
At this point I should also mention that the prejudice which has the one and the other German when he first flies to Turkey and from "fear" against a flight with Turkish Airlines decides completely unfounded. Turkish Airlines ( www.thy.com ) is now one of the moon and serious largest airlines in Europe, is almost always on time, has an excellent service and the luggage is always :-))
way, Turkish Airlines is a leader in this respect in Europe. As far as I know, there is no other airline has seen less "losses" to pieces of luggage, as Turkish Airlines.
as much again on "prejudice".
So "is" Super Mario in his comfortable seat, Baskan addition to a delicious meal in well-fed belly and dreaming of Istanbul.
can equal I will see the Bosphorus and my heart beat faster. I will dive into this crazy city, the traffic chaos, meet my friends, the nights me in restaurants and Night clubs around the ears to beat in a business meeting the next rush, drink lots of tea ... Istanbul ah, ah. Super Mario is on the way!
will already three flight hours later I awakened by the landing. Istanbul has me again.
Let's see what all will happen. 'll Tell you.
Hoscakal
your Super Mario
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