A few years back we went to our friends' wedding in Istanbul, at a beautiful setting overlooking the Bosphrus. I booked Mrs T and myself into a hotel for the night a couple of miles down the road. We was picked up from the airport by some other Turkish friends who were to drop us off at the hotel. When we arrived at the hotel our friends advised us not to book in and to go somewhere else.. they were a little coy about their reasons, but we told them we would be fine. Besides I had already paid for the hotel, admittedly not much, but that was part of the hotel attraction/charm as far as I was concerned.
We went to the reception, where we noticed a number of guests coming and going, all of whom seemed to be older gentlemen with younger ladies. The penny did not drop immediately, even with clues like the other 'guests' did not appear to have any luggage!! Any way they took us to the room, there was barely room enough for the bed, and the bathroom was tiny, and the decor was shall we say plain ... still as I advised Jan it was reasonably clean and it was only for one night.... she muttered something about a cheapskate that I could not quite pick up on. Besides it had a reasonable view from the window (no balcony) which included a mosque. Anyway we changed and went downstairs to get a taxi to the wedding venue. The chap at reception seemed keen to recover the room keys... 'It's alright mate we might get back late..' o something to that effect.
After a fantastic wedding we returned to the hotel in the early hours and got into the creaky old bed and dropped off..... next thing - or at least it felt like next thing.... there was the loudest mosque karaoke I have ever heard that literally made me jump out of bed, we could not even talk over it, when I went to the window I noticed the mosque had a loudspeaker the size of transit van on one of the the minarets and it was pointing straight at our room. Still after a few minutes it was all over and we went back to bed at about 5:30. Drifting into a sound sleep, suddenly we are awoken by loud banging on the door, it was only 6:30am but apparently we had overstayed our welcome according to the round the clock cleaner, and we should vacat the room. I got to the door and laid a few expletives into said gentleman, who went running off down the corridor. We decided at that point, that enough was enough. We got up, packed our bag and left.. 'Do you want breakfast said the receptionist as we asked him to get us a taxi.. not bloody likely!!
We later discovered from our Turkish friend that said hotel was not usually used by travellers or tourist, but does an almost exclusive trade by the hour or two for local brasses and their customers, or company bosses having a fling with the secretary. Suffice to say Mrs T insists on now double checking any hotel booking I might make, particularly any that I can get cheap!!