Second day in Bodrum and Şule has joined us for the weekend. Are we the Turkish Golden Girls? Well, maybe, we are about the same age, have similar tastes and really enjoy each others company.
I did not have internet connection when I woke up this morning for the reasons I can not figure out. We have been to Vodafon store 3 times in the last few days. The staff acts very knowledgeable. A good looking young man assured us earlier that I would have internet connection the whole week after paying kontür price of 25 TL.
I did not have internet connection when I woke up this morning for the reasons I can not figure out. We have been to Vodafon store 3 times in the last few days. The staff acts very knowledgeable. A good looking young man assured us earlier that I would have internet connection the whole week after paying kontür price of 25 TL.
Every night I go to sleep thinking that I paid enough to Vodafon to last me for a week of internet access to find out next morning I cannot connect. It has been a frustrating experience and it is costing me a lot. The word "KONTÜR" is engraved to their vocabulary of their employees. They keep repeating it relentlessly.
We drive by the tangerine groves. It must be the season, tree branches are reaching to the ground with the weight of the tangerines. We see the seasonal workers picking up the fruit. We go through narrow streets making many right and left turns. I lost count. We stop by my cousin's veterinarian clinic and give him a hug and meet his new puppy pointer named Patato.
We drive by the tangerine groves. It must be the season, tree branches are reaching to the ground with the weight of the tangerines. We see the seasonal workers picking up the fruit. We go through narrow streets making many right and left turns. I lost count. We stop by my cousin's veterinarian clinic and give him a hug and meet his new puppy pointer named Patato.
After a brief chat, we are on our way to Zeki Müren's house. I am pretty sure my Turkish friends know who I am talking about. Just in case you don't know about him; He was a a prominent singer, composer and actor. He dressed effeminately - think Liberace-, wearing large, ornate rings and heavy make up, throughout his very successful career as a singer. He had a voice of an angel and perfection of an opera singer. He was a cultural icon and loved by everyone.
He lived the second half of his life in a two level house in Bodrum. It is now turned into a museum. The house which is close to the water and its decoration are modest when compared to his fame. His painting are displayed on the walls of the house and they are very good abstract water colors.My mom was a great fan of Zeki Müren. I remember a conversation with my mother when I was about 17 years old. It went like this:
- Anne did you know Zeki Müren is gay?
- No way he is an artist with great talent.
- Anne look at him.. don't you see the make up, bouffant hair style and manicured hands?
-No way, he is an artist. He has to do those things to look good on stage.
-Anne, he wears pink beaded blouses.
-No way, he is an artist..
I couldn't convince her. When I think of it now I am glad I did not.
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