Bulgaria or Bust

Our last day in Istanbul we had a little run in with the hostel owner over payment, and seeing as how we needed to store our luggage there for the day we let his rude attitude slide and paid the extra 6 lira, which is like two meals, if you're on our budget! We visited the Aya Sophia and then the Blue Mosque - in that order as to avoid the huge Carnival Cruise crowds that had descended on the Hippodrome for the day. Gorgeous morning, great lunch, we walked along the Bosphorus in the afternoon and watched the fisherman and their 10 fishing poles lined up on the bridge.
That evening we arrived back at the hostel to collect our things, use their bathrooms before our overnight train. I went to grab my medicine, which I take every night, and realized I had left it on the bed that morning. So, I woke up the woman sleeping in that bed, and no medicine. So, I breathed a sigh of reluctance, knowing that I would have to talk to my best friend at the desk.
I first asked if anyone, the cleaning lady, had found a red pill bottle that morning.
No.
Are you sure because I know I left it on the bed?
No. She said nothing.
Well, do you have any advice for me, how to go about finding it, what do people here do if they lose things?
Buy new.
A deep breath, to remain calm, and I started again with, "Well, if I were going home that would be a great option, however, I will be on the road for another three months, and need this medicine."
I don't know.
Is there a place she might have set things if she had found them?
NO.
Nowhere, no other options?
Okay, I'll call her.
Success! I was making progress. He dialed the phone, and asked a question, but speaking absolutely no Turkish, he was probably asking his friend what time to meet him at the bar that night.
He hung up the phone and said, "She threw it out."
What, threw it out? Why?
You left, she threw it out. He said with even more disgust.
Well, where is the trash? Is it still here?
Now, he looked at me like I was really crazy, but the seriousness of the situation was starting to sink in.
Its out on the street.
Jen and Ann had been listening from the next room, and immediately sprung into action. We all three ran to the street and saw two black plastic bags. When the reality of digging through the trash sunk in, I said, no way - I'll buy new.
But, Jen and Ann had the bag open and on the street before I could protest.
Within a few minutes, the tell-tale red Target bottle was recovered! Thank you Jen and Ann and thank you Target!
With only 30 minutes to get to our train, we were suited up with bags and off on the run. A walk which had previously taken 30 minutes without gear now took 15!
We made our train, cute little three person berth and were off.
We arrived at the Turkish border at 3 am, and were thrown off the train to get our passports stamped. One hour in the cold, and entertained by a crazy Turk getting slapped around by the police, we were exited and back on the train. That is the hardest earned stamp in my passport!