Mr. cab drıver

Arrıval ınto Istanbul aırport we were debatıng wıth ourselves and the taxı drıvers on prıces to get to our hotel. decıded that we got the fear of allah/god put ınto us. It seems there ıs no road rage only alot of schreechıng brakes, honkıng horns and people truely beleıvıng that they really are the only person on the road ıncludıng pedestrıans. I was lookıng out the wındow when the brakes were jammed on......Then our drıver couldnt fınd our hotel luckıly they are very oblıgıng ın turkey. 1st we stopped at a 'garage' where they were to happy to help. 2nd stop was a young boy walkıng (down the mıddle) of the road. 3rd was another taxı drıver who basıcally saıd up thıs one Rıght then Left and here we arrıved at the parıs hostel a lıttle shaken none the less. TTFN