Turkey Day 4
Trip Start Nov 09, 2012
16Trip End Nov 25, 2012
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Leaving the boat, we waved a friendly and uninterested hello to the queue of taxi drivers and hooked a left, which took us closer to the walls of the Old City - which we had previously determined would be our destination. Almost immediately we had escaped the madding crowd of tourists and were ascending steep stone steps, past groves of figs, lemons, limes, pomegranates, and olives. We weren't exactly sure what the olive trees were until we noticed that the branches, in fact, looked like olive branches. Emily tried one and found it exceptionally unappetizing.
You may have had fish nibble your feet before. But I bet you you never paid money to make it happen. I screamed like a girl when I first put my feet in the tank. The blue eyeshadowed pioritor ran over "Not so loud not so loud" I was pretty sure she didn't want me scaring away other customers or fish. So I gritted my teeth while the fish nibbled. It felt exactly like dozens of little fish nibbling at your feet. Tinny little moths that even (oh gasp..) got between my toes. I couldnt look at my feet with out that scream welling up in me. But I could for some reason watch David. His heals were covered in fish. The man had feet shaped fish. I suspect he doesnt lofa taht often. They do it to remove callouses. And the amazing thing is it works. My feet absolutely don't have any callouses. I will also have nightmares for years about the fish.
Here is me buying a bracelette today. It is a garish fake ruby fake bronze thing. It is heavy and smells like sweaty metal. I picked it up and showed it to the store owner.
Me: How much?
ShopGuy (SG): 20
SG Grumbling.......you come back here I kill you (he said it with a perfect american accent so I suspect he heard this line somewhere)
Me: Fair enough. You come to America I kill you
We laught we hugged...l've never had a death threat go that well before.
SG: You do good business (He was smiling and laughing and couldn't stop shaking my hand
That might have been the best compliment I've had to date.
The old ladies of Turkey hate me. I honestly dont know what I did or did not do. You can see from the pictures that Im dressed pretty modestly for a westerner. I intentionally chose my most burka-esque dress for the day. Because Im sensitive like that. No luck. Old women would see me, glare and then whisper over to their friends who would then join in the glare. I wanted to ask what was wrong. But I was too shy. So now Im stuck with the inigma of how one can offend a demographic of a country on sight. I got a little touchy about it. So much so that I wrapped my hair with my scarf hoping to avoid the glares (incidentally my companions were wearing *pants*. Pants for heaven sakes and tight ones at that But they didnt get glares. No just me.) Even in my headscarf the old ladies were mad at me. On the way back to the ship with only minutes before I would leave turkey for good, I saw one last group of old ladies. So I put on my biggest smile andpractially glowed my way toward them. They smiled at me. VICTORY! I like to think I fixed what everI was doing wrong--likely not. I will likely find all of the middle aged men hate me in Cyprus...sigh...
i like the socks made by old ladies, sol by old ladies on the side of the street in tourist areas here are my reasons why: 1- they treat you like their grandchildren. they are really concerned about what color, size and shape of sock you choose. 2- they get a littlemoney intheir pockets. i3-theymade those socks and 4-it's a souveneir that actually has some onnection with the actual people of a place. these socks, they didn.t come from china, made by a machine. nope, granny made these. the socks i chose where blue, orange, green. these socks i cherise. i will put my st nicholas treats in there