Welcome to Istanbul

Spent all day marching from one sight to the next, getting constantly hustled by street traders and shopkeepers along the way.

'Hello mister! You Australian/Canadian/English?'

'No, I'm Scottish, now get tae...'

'Ah...Scottish. I love Scotland! You don't like Oliver Cromwell, hey! He kill plenty Scottish! You want to buy whistle/water pipe/Adidas four-stripe trainers/leather goods/chicken kebab? I give you best price - top quality...'

The irony is that without the patter, one might be actually be interested. Aren't we British so well reserved?