Recovering in the Hotel.
We had not experienced such “luxury” during the whole, having for instance a minibar and really fresh facilities. We doubted the price we even asked another time after checking in.
Our room in Diyarbakir. From here we would now depart east to reach the refugee camps close the Syrian border.
Hotel stairs with persian (?) rugs. Dirty but charming.
Finally relaxing in the hotel room after having the worst soup consisting of barely cooked chicken with plenty of oil. I quite rarely, or as good as never, complain about food but this was the worst. We compensated the experience with buying a bear and some baklava (turkish/arabic buns) to get rid of the after taste.
We were usually quite exhausted every evening but our mood were usually pretty good. Diyarbakir was the cheapest but without doubt also the most timeworn hotel we stayed at. It cost us though only six euros per person which was simply great. And the staff had the password for the wifi from the Hotel next to us.
At a hotel in Stockholm.