The first thing we saw as our airport shuttle bus pulled to the side of the road to deposit us ‘somewhere in Rome’ was the Istanbul Doner & Kebab eatery. As we’d just flown in from Istanbul, it was an amusing coincidence – and very tempting.
The night before, we had been in Istanbul and had had a meet up with some other bloggers. Naturally, this meeting took place in a bar and, despite telling ourselves we would ‘just have a couple because we don’t want to be ill while travelling tomorrow,’ we had soon polished off a few more than a couple.
Waking up the following morning wasn’t great. Suffering from motion sickness means I don’t particularly enjoy flying – so it didn’t help that I already felt sick before we’d even set foot on the plane. Heavy sighs were all I could do as the bus weaved it’s way through heavy traffic on the way to Istanbul’s Sabiha Gökçen Airport. The sighs increased as the plane soared from side to side, giving a beautiful aerial view of Istanbul and there was nothing left to do but to order a medicinal beer.
By the time the shuttle bus dropped us off outside Rome Termini, Rome’s mind-bogglingly huge, central railway station, we were no more than a bit tired and lost. That, we could cope with. We were also starving so, first things first, before we embarked on the quest to locate our hotel, we needed to eat.
All that stood between us and Istanbul Doner & Kebab was the busy main road. Could we really travel to one of the world’s great capitals – capital of a country famous for its cuisine – and allow our first meal to be döner kebab, the famous street food of Turkey? We were tempted. ‘Ohhh, they do Iskender Kebab,’ Barry groaned. ‘I could murder an Iskender Kebab right now.’
Tempting as it was, we just couldn’t do it. We trundled off with our backpacks and fell into the first trattoria we came across. When in Rome…