Moments after I posted last nights update, the Lads arrived back. I couldn’t be arsed rewriting last nights ending to be honest, so ignored that ‘til this morning.
When I say this morning, as quiet as they seem to be being, we had another hot wind-storm last night, so I was awakened occasionally by the wind, and occasionally by an accidentally ‘left open’ door. I’ll have a word that’s quieter than the slam at some point. Both of the above ceased at around 5:30am when the wind died down & we heard (rather smelled) someone making toast. As of this point, no one has fessed up to that, not that they need to.
We got up “early” (9am’ish) so that we could be presentable when arriving down the hill at a place we loved last year – Narlı bahçe pomegranate Garden – Ölüdeniz En İyi Köy Kahvaltısı – Hisarönü Ovacık En İyi Kahvaltı – Ev Yapımı Ürünler
We think the fella running it with the whole of his family is Ramsey. He should be very proud. Of what they run, but also of his family around, they’re all lovely. Please visit, if you get close. It’s not just the amazing traditional breakfasts, but evening meals & a special Turkish evening on certain evenings.
Just like last year, our table for 4 (“dust”), seating two (“icky”) was filled with food at a steady rate!
Lots of things that you may feel push a typical English breakfast, but try everything! Worst? It’s not your thing. Best? Like we keep finding, we taste something amazing!
Eventually we’d eaten as much as we could, so finished off with a wonderful pomegranate tea. It’s like hot Vimpto. Not alcoholic, or sour, like one I’ve heard a hobbyist homebrewer and celebrity podcaster extraordinaire once brewed as a collaboration, but it was darn good.
We paid up (£25 for two, so great value), said our heartfelt goodbyes & pressed the ‘taxi call’ radio button. About 5 minutes later if that, the yellow cab turned up & we asked him to take us to Shanghai Blues in Hisaronu. Not because we were already hungry, but because it’s near a nice clothes shop (will come back to this) and the worlds nicest shop owners. Potentially.
Annoyingly, we can’t remember the name of the shop, but it’s on the Hidden Gem side of the road up from Location, that’s on the right. Not the one with the big front & pricing in GBP, the narrower one 2 doors down.
They are lovely. Loads of nice trinkety stuff at good prices, purchases well wrapped for transport & took time to help us learn a bit more Turkish!
I said my “Alash maladuuk” (my noted phonetic version) and they responded with “Güle, güle, [güle!]” I then responded with “Aaaaha! I love you. I’m prayin’ I’ll stay in [your] heart for evermore.” Seems that was an unexpected response.
After which, pumped by my linguistic mastery (or maybe today’s blood pressure tablet, were they really the same?), we headed to Location, a clothes shop. I had spent 3 recces and silently picked my 4 for £30 teeshirts. I’m that good.
We headed in, I took command & first asked if they could “accommodate my frame”. “Yes, the massive ones at the bottom of each stack”, was the reply. Good.
I picked the 4 shirts I’d spied out. Jane then took control and told the fella the colours that I “meant to choose”. It worked really well. I got 4 cheap but high quality teeshirts and Jane got what she wanted as well. Ant that folks, is why I’ve officially been with Jane since January 6th, 1984 & love her more now than I did the day before. I just won’t tell which day that was.
Only one choice for Jane and I after that. And to prove the above, it was Jane’s suggestion. Fez Bar. It’s so hot! Really important to stay hydrated!
We got back after a couple of Tuborgs and a quick stop at Urjans shop for a few bits. Bog roll, in particular. We also got back to excessive-for-them movement and conversation. They were heading out to Fethiye. It was mid-afternoon at best. But they went. Good on them.
Lurchio asked if he could have some socks washed as he’d only brought a couple of pairs. Jane packed 7 for him. Jane generously opened up the wash/dry service to others. There were takers.
We went to the pool & I carried out a few tweaks to the Garsi Pool Bar.
Flag sorted. Beer engines positioned but not affixed, bluetooth connection just missing a lead, and (if we return, hint, hint) I’m thinking under-counter, beat-based, phone-controlled, colour changing LEDs. But that’s me. I’d best have a word with the owners first! ????
Already thinking about Monday home and reverse engineering tasks & times. Ugh!
I’m also wonder if the lads now wish they’d come for a couple of weeks, especially after through no fault of their own they missed a day. That said, it’d be lovely for Jane to get a single smile or sense of appreciation from Lurchio. It is different for him, we know, as his parents are still here with him. But we have tried to be super-low profile.
We only left the pool at after 7pm. No point going out & couldn’t be bothered so we ordered in a takeaway from Badem via WhatsApp. It arrived quickly, and was well insulated so still hot & not steamed.
I had a Turkish lamb & beef casserole with my usual creamy mushroom choice. Jane had hummus & a Pide. All really good and decent value as well.
And that’s where we are! Balcony. Writing. And about to go to bed, knackered because of the heat. But that’s fine.
Much love.
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