The Turkish Delight
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Efes amphiteatre
Ohh, I’m definitely not talking about that overly sweet candy (lokum) the Turks try to sell to you on every step. We even got offered some Turkish delight during one of the bus stops and that was apparently the only reason why we stopped as I didn’t see anyone getting on or off at that point, apart from the guy with a stack of TD boxes about the same height as himself.
cat in a mosque
Which brings me to my point… I didn’t really start noticing how small most Turkish men are until we visited a hamam (Turkish bath) in Istanbul and it was time for me to get a massage. The massaging table – and I apply the term loosely as it is more of a narrow, uncomfortable bench – was so incredibly short that half of my lower leg was left dangling in mid air (and I’m no giant by any measure – 183cm/6ft). Not a comfortable position to be in whatever the situation, much less so when you’re supposed to be relaxed.
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The massage itself though was absolutely lovely (if you disregard the uncomfortable position) but over much to fast. The guy was finished with me in a few minutes. I guess it’s my fault for going in first (it’s only natural that he wanted to spend more time with Eneli and Teele). Pretty much the only thing I really didn’t like was the lack of cold water… after spending more than half an hour in the steam room (on a hot day) and getting washed with hot water I was only looking for a bit of refreshment. But other than some tepid water (in the steam room) I got none untill finally I stepped outside where they handed me a few more towels and some cold bottled water.
I divided photos from the trip into two albums. One from Turkey, the other from a few days we spent on Samos
