We only had a couple of hours in Amsterdam so we couldn't do anything too extravagant. However, we were all itching for passport stamps and decided to go walk around outside the airport for a couple of minutes. After the second briefest sojourn into a foreign country I've ever experienced (that swim to Mexico being a notable exception), we were back in airport awaiting our final flight.
Sometimes, when you've been awake for so long, you lose all concept of time and are merely drifting along, ready to fall asleep at any moment. I hopped on our final flight and didn't realize stir until we were descending. I had no recollection of takeoff, nor did I hear the captain telling us how long the flight was going to last. All I knew was that we'd finally arrived!
After getting our visa stickers, we found Patrick waiting for us in the international receiving area of the airport. The boys were reunited again! We then located Asli and she led us to her house in Asia, via taxi and ferry. Her family had prepared us a delicious Christmas feast full of Turkish specialties and I ate until I was overstuffed, but then the baklava emerged and I discovered a secret pouch in my stomach that I had never known was in existence. The combination of the crazy long travel day and the glorious dinner wiped me out pretty good, and after a brief walk along the coast of the Sea of Marmara, I fell asleep in a nice cozy bed.
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