Back to the Faeries. Part 1 of Bairam travels

The school finishes up with a national anthem and well wishes for Bairam

It was a chilly November night in Istanbul. Perhaps a little colder from my newly cut hair so I appeared a bit less like a hitching traveler.  I had just finished work and was home by 4pm.

Having packed my bags the night before all I had left to do was burn my five photos for the Istanbul Photo Contest held by Les Arts Turcs, print out the registration form and race against time to drop off the photos at the Sultanahmet office before returning by ferry to Kadikoy where I would meet the people I'd be spending my bairam holiday with. Having the photos in my hand, my backpack stuffed with clothing and a blanket, and a look of urgency I just prayed that there would not be a large traffic jam as is usual at 6 o' clock on a Friday night.
In my rush of urgency I jumped on the bus going the wrong direction and when passengers alerted me of this I got off at the next stop, eyes worried that I would indeed be missing the bus at 8:30pm.