Made it.

Actually someone else did; we just drank it. Turkish coffee in Istanbul. 

As for the rest:

Got up at 3.45am. Heathrow on a headache and a stiff neck. Threw my latte over the floor of terminal 5 - well enough of it to make a frothy mess. Made the plane, made the flight, made the taxi, made the hotel. Cue a rather beautiful reception from the staff who threw rose petals on the bed, flowers in the room, cake and aphrodisiacs. And swans.

It's a long story, I 'd have to explain it all in person.

We spent the rest of the day exploring the streets and local parks, eating, drinking, talking, taking photos, all the things we do best.

The moon was elusive which was a shame. The cloud moved in.

Been a very long day. But we made it.