Heartbreak in Türkiye: A Disheartening Trip
As someone with deep-rooted ties to Türkiye—thanks to my grandmother, who was born and raised there and cherished her homeland—my visit felt deeply personal. My grandmother, fluent in Turkish, made frequent trips back to the country she loved so much. When she took me to Türkiye two decades ago, my heart was captured by its beauty and history. I couldn’t wait to share this experience with my spouse, hoping to create lasting memories together. However, my recent three-day visit was a stark contrast to the fond memories I held, leaving me feeling disillusioned and heartbroken.
From the moment we touched down at Istanbul Airport, subtle red flags began to appear. The first of many unpleasant experiences occurred with a taxi driver who, despite being part of an airport-approved service with a fixed rate, attempted to charge us three times the agreed fare. When I contested the price, he locked the car doors and threatened to summon the police. In a desperate bid to escape this predicament, I managed to unlock the door and left the original fare on the seat—an unsettling start to our adventure.
Dining out in Istanbul also proved to be a frustrating ordeal. We were frequently offered “tourist menus,” which featured exorbitant prices. It wasn’t until a Turkish friend joined us for dinner that we realized the extent of the price gouging happening around us. The constant presence of street hustlers only added to the sense of being preyed upon.
A particularly distressing moment occurred when my spouse fell for the notorious shoe-shine scam, a classic ploy that I had unfortunately failed to warn her about. The situation escalated dangerously when the scammer reached into her bag and snatched 20€ from her wallet before fleeing. This disturbing encounter left us shaken and embarrassed.
In a bid to connect with my family heritage, I attempted to take a photograph of the building where my great-grandfather once worked. Despite being on a public sidewalk, I was met with aggression by a “security guard,” who shouted at me to leave and threatened to call the police unless I paid him. Attempting to explain my intentions only heightened his hostility, prompting me to retreat into a nearby hotel.
Another alarming incident occurred when we tried to purchase Turkish delight as a gift for my spouse’s mother. The shopkeeper charged us four times the initial quote and then threatened to involve law enforcement if we didn’t comply. Given our status as two women traveling alone in a