Simit sensations

Trip Start Jun 01, 2010
Trip End Jun 01, 2011

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At Hakan's house

Flag of Turkey  , Konya,
Monday, July 19, 2010

Stale bread from a few days before provided a stomach lining when no bakerys appeared in the early morning hours. My conscıousness of becoming increasingy closer to Konya meant time passed slowly. A welcome break came at 11am when İ mistook the restaurant for the bakery. Rather than directing me to the bakery they went there themselves and bought me sandwıches and tea! Back on the bike this was followe an hour later by a more industrial bakery which didn't prove even half as good.

The road into Konya was a dragstrip. İ find that the Turkish signs indicating that you are in a town lull you into a false sense of security as you convince yourself you are in the town when in fact you are entering its greater area. 10 to 15 miles after the sign you normally hit the city centre.

The 15 miles flew by on this occasion as İ raced trucks. İ then sequestered the use of a phone and met Hakan.We met his other couchsurfers Navid an İranian and Claudia an İtalian. Claudia was typically İtalian in the way she spoke and İ found that if İ lost concentration even for a second İ would have no clue what she was saying. Navid on the other hand was very quiet but spoke intelligably when he did.

Hakan my host had a chidish innocence about him and this was reflected in the fact that every statment he made was phrased as a question. He had worked for Tescos' managment but was now unemployed living in a flat with his brother and parents. At first his lack of fluency in English resulted in some akward social situations, but once we realised his bluntness was due to his limited vocabulary the problem was resolved.

Not wanting to pay for the tram we decided to hitch hike downtown and the first car that passed picked us up. İt felt strange not making conversation but my bantering ability was one again inhibited by lack of Turkish.

We strolled around town and met his friends in a park. İt became very apparent during our park visit that Turkish men are more touchy feely. As well as periodically being embraced by Hakan his friends joined in as well. Added to that when guys meet each other they touch cheek to cheek on each side of their face in turn. Gradually İ realised that Hakan was not coming onto me and that it is just a Turkish thing. To add to my park experience we witnessed a scene that transcends language, the sight of 2 very small men trying to control 2 unruly rotweillers.

The evening came to an end at Ahmet's Hakan's friend. He made us an omlette dinner and for the second time that day we dined on the floor picnic style.

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