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Disclosure: This article contains affiliate links. If you make a booking through these links, we may earn a commission at no extra cost to you. Istanbul, Without the Rookie Mistakes The first thing I did in Istanbul was haggle for a taxi from the airport, then watch the meter and my mood climb in equal measure through traffic that never moved. By the time I reached Sultanahmet I’d spent more than my hotel cost for the night. The next morning a guy at a simit cart laughed when I told him: “You bought an İstanbulkart yet? No? That’s your real first mistake.” ...