The Real Istanbul

Although I've had a short walk around Istanbul as a tourist I've not found it that impressive. Generally its full of tourists who are being preyed opn to by random tat. For me my fondest memories will be the time that I've spent in what can only be described as an industrial park, about 10km away from the centre. This place, I have no idea what It's called, is essentially a couple of square kilometers of workshops, garages and shops where you can buy any took you want, get anything made, welded or bashed together for a really cheap price. Yesterday we spent a good 8 hours sorting things out on the bikes. I changed my oil and filters and attempted to find my missing nut in the engine using a telescopic magnet we constructed with no success. We reckon it may have falled down the cam chain hole into the sump so are going to lean the bike on its side and take the clutch cover off in an attempt to locate it. I will also get my sidestand welded. I'm also waiting for an Iranian visa. I have hope since a british guy on the Hubb has just gotten his from Persian Voyages. Hopefully everything should be sorted by the weekend Inshallah.