My experience of Istanbul.
Set off early on Friday with my niece Mel Lane for the drive to Stansted. Went to check in and found that Pegasus Airlines had not actioned my request for assistance, however they managed to sort new seats and arrange everything without too much hassle. Very impressed with this airline, everything was easy and the staff were excellent. Arrived Friday evening and met our driver who took us to the hotel. I’ve already posted about the hotel and I’ll add some photos at the end.
Got up Saturday, quick brunch and decide to head to the Fan Festival in Yenikapi. It’s not far away, but the pavements are uneven, badly maintained and the kerbs are too high for a wheelchair. So we decide to flag a taxi, who tells us “it is close and traffic is bad”, we insist as we cannot go on foot. He asks for €30, but we say Lira, he wants 500 lira (£20). Within 5 minutes were there, the real fare would have been 100 lira, but we couldn’t be arsed arguing. Had a long walk to the entrance in searing heat, the festival was a waste of time, so we decide to get the shuttle bus as soon as they start running. This was the easy bit, got on the 2nd to depart, but they filled it to the maximum, about 20-30 people stood up in the aisle for a journey that took over 2 hours.
Once the bus arrived at the clack park, we were told to get off and proceed to the fan park, which necessitated crossing a huge field which had been covered with what looked like builders rubble, but not properly levelled/compacted. It was obvious that this rubble had only just been deposited there as we could see all the diggers, excavators and dumper trucks on the far side of the ‘car park’. It was a nightmare for carers pushing wheelchairs as the front wheels kept getting stuck, it was better to be dragged backwards.
The fan park was ok, seemed well organised apart from over priced beer and horrendous queues for food. Around 7pm we decided to head to the stadium, when we got to the fan park exit, the steward told us to to back to the ‘entrance’ as there is a disabled ‘exit’ there and we should get the disabled shuttle to the stadium. This was a nightmare, by this time the queues to get into the fan park had blocked the disabled exit and the stewards wouldn’t let us out. Cue me getting angry and frustrated at them, eventually they decide to clear an area for us to squeeze through. Again we have to cross the field of rubble and there we meet Pat Godfrey & Barry Foy along with other wheelchair users, however shuttle buses were nowhere to be seen. An ‘accessibility’ steward is spotted and somebody forces her to go and find out where the buses are. After about 30 mins, one turns up, but can only carry 2 wheelchairs. We were lucky and managed to get on it. The driver told us to congregate ‘here’ after the game to be transported back to the car park for shuttles back to Yenikapi or the airports.
The entry into the stadium was easy enough, but the lack of food/drink outlets was shocking. Those available had huge queues and no way was I joining that. Then I spotted a disabled sign at the side of the counter, so we went there. I wish I hadn’t, €35 for 2 cold hot dogs and €10 for half a bottle of Pepsi and a coffee.
As you saw the match wasn’t great, City saved their worst performance of the season for their biggest game; however we were too good even then and we got over the line in the end.
Now the fun really started.
We made our way to the supposed ‘pick up’ location for the disabled shuttle back to the ‘car park’. Shuttles nowhere to be seen, apart from one that was just parked up as the driver was missing. After waiting about an hour, a couple of them turn up, other City fans waiting kindly let us get on the first shuttle as we had to get straight to the airport for a 7am flight. The time was now 1:45am. We got back to the rubble car park, which was in darkness, the only lights came from,other vehicles trying to get away. We joined the queue for buses to SAW airport (there were 2 queues the other being for IST airport), when we got to the front, all hell broke loose, there were no coaches waiting, everybody made a made dash across the field of rubble to find coaches.
There were hundreds blocked in at the back, but all shown the destination as ‘Yenikapi’, couldn’t see any for SAW. Mel had to drag me backwards across, between and behind the path of buses trying to depart. By now it was 2:30am. I then saw a bus destined for SAW but it was already moving, but slowly across the rubble. I noticed the driver had his door open, so I shouted and Mel dragged me backwards at lightning speed across the car park to this coach. Thankfully the driver stopped and helped us on. There were FOUR lanes of coaches all jockeying for position to get into the single file exit. Absolute mayhem. I reckon we spent almost 3 hours before we got off that car park and onto the road. We were very lucky to make our flight, I’m sure many didn’t.
All in all it was a complete shambles of a trip, the preparation and organisation was none existent. The planning for disabled supporters was disgraceful. The only plus points of the trip were City, Rodri in particular and Pegasus Airlines. Istanbul is a sham of a city. Mel, Pat Godfrey and other carers deserve the highest praise. Manchester City and UEFA need to be made aware of the issues raised. A totally unsuitable venue for an event of this nature.