Trip Start Jun 01, 2010
158Trip End Jun 01, 2011
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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
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
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.