Camille Cafe - Sultanahmet Tuerkiye

Not a good thing what happened. I arrived in istanbul alone. The owner of this restaurant approached me on the street and kindly helped me find my hotel, and waited in the lobby with me to make sure everything was ok. I told him I was tired going to bed. He left, so I thought. I got settled in my room and was ready to go back out to party. When I went back outside, the guy, the owner of this restaurant , was outside on the patio of the hotel waiting. damn , I thought. So ok fine, I will have a drink with him, we went to another bar. I didn 't like him, he seemed real psycho. I said I was going to the bathroom and ran away, I went out partying, had a great time, and at about 3am I returned to my hotel. The fellow at the front desk assumed that the guy, the owner of this restaurant , was with me. He let him into my hotel room. When I went into my room there was a naked kurdish son of a **** on my bed. I woke him up and was like wtf? he then said, Oh, you make big shame on me ..... Pushed me into the bathroom and assaulted me. So of you want to support a primative, rapist, kursish son of a ****, try this restaurant.