So there I was getting all excited about tea glasses and Turkish lanterns. Then the wonderfully named Eyjafjallajokull (bit like the cat walked over the keyboard) volcano in Iceland decided to spoil everyone's travel plans. Strangely exciting really - even after growing up in Auckland which has 49 volcanoes, you forgot that the underneath your feet is a seething mass of hotness. I've even written newspaper articles about how slim the chances are of a volcanic eruption.
We are due to fly to Istanbul for for four nights this Saturday, fingers crossed we still get there. But it's not looking great.
If it doesn't happen we'll drink peppermint tea anyway and eat some falafel this weekend and hang out in Dalston - which is about as close to Istanbul as London gets.