Oh hey there readers and friends (and pardon my lack of commas apostrophes and semicolons as this keyboard somehow does not have them). I am writing you from inside one of the most beautifully designed rooms in which I have ever been…
The Turkish AIrlines Business Lounge.
Believe me, I am not brand new to the idea of an elite airline lounge…that is not to say that I frequent them but this is a whole new level.
From the completely insane exterior to the high design concept of the interior this is truly a sight to behold. Dont believe me? Check out some pics.
What you cannot see of course is the fact that as of this minute Nick and I have been IN this lounge for 14 hours (!) – and our flight does not take off for another 16 (!!).
We slept here last night huddled on the couches – we ate dinner here – we ate breakfast here – and as I write Nick is preparing to shower here so we can free ourselves from its (admittedly lovely) confines and try to find some local Istanbul flavor before we go.
You may be wondering at this point what one could possibly do to entertain herself during a 14-plus hour stay in an airport lounge. Well let me enlighten you…
- first thing we did was hit the free booze. Hard. It is literally a self-serve of anything you want from beer to wine to hard alcohol and all free mixers to boot.
- next thing we did was go bananas on the Mediterranean food. After taking several scout missions we found a mezze bar full of cheeses hummus and baba ghanoush followed by Turkish pizza and kofta kebab. Desserts like baklava and chocolate cake washed it all down so nicely.
- we sat and conversed by the player piano for a while which made us feel classy even in the context of the aforementioned overpouring of free booze – and we moved on from wine to scotch (for him) and Baileys (for me)
- as we sat we saw a woman walk by with Massage Therapist printed on the back of her shirt and we nearly pounced on her like cats to a rodent. Free 10-minute massages felt like luxurious one-hour rubdowns and we were grateful.
- next up was finding somewhere decent to sleep. We pushed a couple cushy chairs together joined with a cocktail table and laid across it like a (crappy) bed. Neither of us is exactly short so this was no small feat but we managed to eke out a couple hours each.
- the key word there is a couple of hours. I couldn’t make myself sleep more than that so I began to wander – drinking two STRONG Turkish coffees to fuel my journey – and people-watch the two-thirty am lounge crowd. I scanned for American accents and found one although I now think she was actually Canadian.
- my wandering lasted so long that I actually made it through the overnight food service stoppage and into the breakfast service which included Turkish pastries flatbreads eggs and panini – all of which made their way onto my plate and into our stomachs
- finally I retreated back to our makeshift bed zone to read from my Kindle (downloading a couple new books since the free WiFi is fast and readily available) and two (short-ish) books later brings us to now.
It doesnt seem like a lot really but let me tell you – with literal blizzard conditions outside and a flight to a tropical destination (and the REAL start to our honeymoon) just dangling in front of us like a carrot on a very long and sharp stick this is as productive a use of my time as I can determine right now.
Have you ever been stuck in an airport for over 24 hours? What are your tips and tricks to stay sane?