Leaving Antalya - The story of Hanni and Cordelia

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Flag of Turkey  , Turkish Mediterranean Coast,
Sunday, November 16, 2008

Ok, a little bit about pronunciation, since my sister who is a speech therapist asked. We are staying in Kas - the s has a little tail and is therefore pronounced shh. So Kas sounds like you are being terribly posh and saying "cash". We were staying before in a place called Goreme. This is pronounced Gewhr-ah-meh. Turkish for yes is evet, for no is hyur (hi-yewr) for hello is meraba (like the Arabic Mer-ha-ba) and for good bye is allahismarladic....or gully-gully if you are staying and they are leaving. In addition, thank you is tasekkur ederim (tea- sugar- a- dream as one of our hoteliers told us to say it). That's all for now. I leave you in Hugo's capable hands with a long but very well written and beautiful account of our last day in Antalya. --- Denis ---------Hugo here ----

This morning we said goodbye to Antalya and sadly to our
fantastic hostess and pension owner, Hanni. When you travel its seems that sometimes, if rarely, you
meet someone who instantly feels like an old friend. Hanni, from the Netherlands is one such person.



Denis and I had arrived in Antalya with little knowledge and
less expectation. It had never
come up in our discussion of our trip's itinerary as we poured over maps and
consulted the traveler's holy books, Fodor's and Lonely Planet. Yet there we were, at yet another
adequate but unmemorable pension called the Blue Sea Garden Hotel surrounded by
ancient walls of the Old City; a tip from a couple of Aussies who had just
passed that way. During a stroll
of the empty alleys n the late afternoon of our second day, we passed a lovely
garden set up with bistro chairs and tables underneath an overhang of twisting
bougainvillea. A chalk sign
offered bed and breakfast for 25YTL (@ 17 US.) Even more compelling, another sign promised Senseo Filter
Coffee! We went inside to inquire
about a room and met Hanni. I
don't think Denis or I had to say anything because we both knew at that moment
we had decided to spend another day in Antalya.



Hanni exudes all the greatest attributes of humanity:
Intelligence, Warmth, Strength and Beauty. She is a smallish woman in her mid
sixties with piercing blue eyes, a long grey braid which curled around her
neck, wearing a long caftan and embroidered Hmong boots. In perfect English, she took us
on a tour of her tidy, nicely decorated pension. The room was lovely and... the espresso machine was in working
order. We paid for the
following night and retreated to the beautiful terrace for a smoke and chat
with a middle aged Swedish woman named Cordelia, (we think,) who we would later
learn to pity.



Antalya became the vacation portion of our voyage. The truth be known, D and I did not
visit any of Antalya's plentiful historical sites or museums. I think it will always be a small
disappointment that we didn't make it to the Archeological Museum, which is
said to house some of the finest examples of statuary of the Greek Gods. Alas, we spent our two days wandering
about the sprawling city by the sea drinking coffee, tea and trying, sometimes
in vain, to locate the cities lauded eateries. We spent our day roaming about then made our way back to the
pension for an evening with Hanni and company.



A young Turkish
woman whom we had not met earlier greeted us. She was Hanni's evening help with
the restaurant service. Candles
had been lit; soft Turkish music was playing. Hanni was seated on the tufted,
carved back sofa puffing on a long thin white HD cigarette. Across from her sat a young Turkish man
with dreadlocks and a strikingly handsome face. A plump, mid thirties British woman who proved to be more
charming and smarter than her ridiculous Goth get up might suggest was eating
and chatting with the room.
Cordelia, the Swedish woman we had met the previous day was seated at a
table for one eating a bowl of soup.
She was very happy to see us again recounting how she had gone swimming,
visited a 700-year-old Hamam and floated about the city alone that day. She looked forward to spending
her evening at Hanni's pension in the company of people like her. "This place
feels like home," she declared. It
felt odd but true to agree.



Hanni and Cordelia made for odd bookends of the same story.
Both had come to Turkey in the hopes of finding an affordable life in a warm
weather country close to the sea.
Both had been the tragic victims of Turkey's less-than-correct real
estate market. Cordelia told us how a Turk/Swedish team of swindlers had sold
the same 25 new construction apartments to over 40 buyers. Most lost everything but she had fought...
hard. Almost a year and a half had
passed without the apartment being habitable and she still didn't have the
certificate of ownership. She
could not leave the country for fear of squatters moving in while she was
absent, could not work in Turkey since she had not received her papers and had
lost her job and benefits in Sweden where she had been a teacher. She spent her days living on 15 YTL (@
10 US) waiting ...and wallowing in her victim hood and blond, femaleness in the
land of the savage Turk.



Hanni had come to Turkey for the same reasons: warmth in
semiretirement after the death of her husband over 20 years ago. She had bought a home in a nearby town
which under Turkey's tourism boom had become unlivable with the throngs of
German tourists and mega sized resort hotels When she tried to sell the home that had cost her
twice as much as any Turk would have paid, she was told that the home had not
been built to plan and therefore uninhabitable by law. A generous Turkish man offered to help
her by buying the house for half its value. Just days after the sale the problem with the plans had been
solved and the house was back on the market. A cautionary tale....



Yes, she is bitter but she is not a victim. "The Turks," she
says, " are miserable but they cannot beat me." She speaks perfect Turkish, runs one of the nicest pensions
we have seen with her cat, Bari and dog, Sarah as companions along with 2
chickens and 17 tortoises, welcomes Turks and foreigners alike into her home
for a cup of tea or a warm kofte from her kitchen and proudly displays a royal
crest above the entrance which states, " je maintienerai." (I will survive!)



Slideshow Report as Spam
Where I stayed
Hotel Sardunya

Comments

speechie
speechie on

Hi Bros!
WOW how moving. It sounds like you have met an incredible woman. Your adventures have brought you face to face with the reality of human tragedy, spirit, and resilence. Thanks so much for the pronunciation lesson. I can remember the new vocabulary so much better if I can practice the words with oral pronunciation cues. Thanks for taking us on your remarkable travels. Your creative writing and superb photography keep me begging for more!! Love you, PAM

madlionden
madlionden on

no Bari??
Can't believe you didn't take a picture of Hanni's cat, or any of her animal menagerie. Pooh. All sounds divine there. What a nice thing. Hey! I'm suddenly in Santa Fe, New Mexico! Filming a Lifetime movie about Georgia O'Keeffe (with Joan Allen and Jeremy Irons and directed by Bob Balaban). Saturday I was in New York, today I was hangin' with the Indians. (I'm allowed to call them Indians because it was 1929). xoxo to you both. L.

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