Today (Thursday) starts with me being “tired and jaded” (slightly hungover). Hence the late post.
Yesterday however, began with a bright and breezy breakfast on the balcony, followed by us heading down to the pool.
It was scorchio! There seemed to be very little wind and as such it was feeling every bit of the 34°C that it was supposed to be. Jane sunbathed. I spent a chunk of time in the pool.
Suddenly, the wind got up & the sun was obscured by cloud. Within minutes, Jane & I were packing the cushions up behind the bar under cover, as dark clouds bubbled furiously over the Babadağ Mountain peak.
We were back on the balcony as the thunder began & we got to watch a first for us here, rain! It was a pathetic imitation of Mancunian rain, lasting for 10 minutes and hardly wetting the tiles.
We spent the rest of the early afternoon chilling out, rinsing our roaming data allowance & wondering whether our house has been trashed yet. The video doorbell snapshots suggest plenty of comings & goings and I suspect some are ducking around the side of Jane’s van, out of vision. Fair play.
Showered & pampered, we then headed down to catch the 23Tl (50p) Dolmus down to Hisaronu. Made me chuckle that the overhead ‘safety grab bar’ was the most dangerous thing on the bus, being entirely detached except for the front.
We got off in the centre of His’ & wandered up past Sports Direkt, Harrools (Harrods), I.idI. (near to Nevv Look), Mark & Spensers, then Footaslyum to Shanghai Blues, a Chinese Restaurant that we’ve been to before. No other choice really given we were going to spend the latter part of the evening watching the Stockport Iniesta show Jude Bellingham how to contribute more than a spawny goal.
The service and food were lovely, although again, we managed to eat more than we really needed to. (Mixed starter platter, lamb with ginger & spring onions, beef & cashews, served with egg fried rice & prawn crackers).
As the table was being cleared, the chap serving us dropped the small bowl of chilli dip, which smashed on the tiled floor and spattered all around in red chilli & oil – his white shirt, Jane & my legs, shoes, shorts, the white table cloth, the white seat covers. Oops. Apologetically, we were handed a few hand wipes to mop ourselves down with.
After paying the bill (cash, as it’s the only place where our Revolut card gets declined, as per last year), we started to head towards Fez Bar, via a few clothes shops. I’m sure we’ll be buying a few things before the holiday is over!
I’d booked us a table via Jo & Serdals Facebook page, so on arrival we were seated in a nice corner with a good view of the big telly. Happy days. Jo had suggested we’d be ok for 9pm but slightly earlier would be better. As such we got in for 8:15pm – better early than late!
As the match drew closer, the background music stopped, and the pre-match playlist was put on loud, so rather than having to listen to Andy Gray & Richard Keys (ars*hole), instead we, the pub patrons sang to:
- Three Lions (Football’s coming home);
- Vindaloo; then
- Sweet Caroline
Sadly this did mean we had 5 minutes of the joy of the BEIN panel where Ronald De Boor made Glen Hoddle look like a Poundland Glen Hoddle & Jason Macateer did his best Poundland Jamie Carragher impression.
Just before KO, I got a FB Message from Fez Bar “ Hi Chris, are you coming? Ok if not.”. I replied with a photo of our view, Jane drinking her very large & very nice Strawberry Daiquiri. I saw Jo check her phone & burst out laughing. She came over to apologise, having not clocked us. It gave them a table back that had been reserved for us, that got filled immediately!
Then the match. Great first half. Mainoo & Phil (Stockport Iniesta) Foden doing Stockport proud! Bellingham being ‘continental’ by being tapped and making a meal of it, and Harry Kane doing his best David Blaine impression (a long time in the box doing nothing). Apart from scoring a penner with his “foot’s hanging off, he definitely caught me!” (according to his post-match interview).
Second half tense. Holland (it’s Holland isn’t it, if you’re of a certain age), had neutralised our threat. At 60mins it was crying out for Kane to get hooked and bring Palmer on, but Gareth had than on his spreadsheet for 98th minute, so we endured some more.
Finally! Substitutions! Kane & Bellingham surely? Oh, I forgot about the ‘Bellingham Clause’, so the best player on the pitch in the first half got subbed instead.
Gareth is a genius! Last gasp winner from Ollie Substitute! Fez Bar went wilder than it had been throughout most of the evening! Fireworks being swung around in the street by the bar staff, clapping, singing, hugging, dancing and drinking – lots of drinking!
We’ve booked the same table for Sunday. I’ll wash and wear the same clothes.
We finally got the dolmus back to upper Ovacik, and headed home, getting in at around 1:15am, way past our bedtime, and why today’s diatribe arrives at this time.
It’s coming home…
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