I have been playing a game in airports as far back as I can remember… You look at passengers and guess their destination. On the first leg of the journey, I start off by guessing which passengers end their journey in the layover country I’ll be stopping in. Usually my layover country is the Netherlands - the accents are a dead give away and so is the height, think tall Danes.. Then on to the businessmen carrying only handluggage and the young folks on a stoner vacation. The rest is all about small hints, conversation you just happen to overhear *cough*cough* and passports and guidebooks in hands.
This time it’s not the case. I am flying with Turkish Airlines (apparently, Europe’s finest airline - so far I am not impressed) which gifts me my first Istanbul layover. Not many businesses men and a much more eclectic bunch. A group of Swedish women on a girls trip, a few families going “home” and half a plane filled middle aged men in shirts and trousers. I can feel I am very out of practice. A twelve year old me would be proud to be done by now and I have half given up, convincing myself “I am too old for these games anyways!”