Why you close on me baby

There is a lot to catch up on and no personal pictures that I can upload at this moment. So those of you reading will have to bear with this less aesthetically pleasing account

Still in the search of the very elusive, extremely frustrating sun I have made not one but two trips to the beautiful and mystical coastline of turkey. I don't know why but it seemed like the thing to do at the time

 here are the highlights from mid-ish february to the beginning-ish march 

-Termessos: more specifically the theatre. Our hosts brought us 27km out and 9km up into the mountains near Antalya to see this magnificent thousands (of course) year old city. These people definitely had, if I may so, a pimp lifestyle.

-from google images but I think I have the same picture

-learning tavla and then having nearly every turkish person (man) thereafter be completely astounded that a woman had learned to play

-having second dinner with some rogue french canadian musicians who had been living in the mountain forests near olympos and Sasha, a turkish magician with a belly bigger than sinter klaus and a love for G 6's?

 -hitchhiking along the turkish coastline, baking in the sun and eating Finike oranges, with one of my best arkadesh's (friend). We got 8 rides that day and passed by the beach which is on the cover of lonely planet turkey. 

-doing hard labour and an surprising amount of gossiping with the ladies who worked in the kitchen on pastoral vadi farm. A beautiful piece of paradise just outside yaniklar village. This was one of the best weeks for me in Turkey. I will post photos when I get the chance but it was spectacular. Everyday we would open (dig up dirt in a circular fashion around a fruit tree) and close (fill in the hole, after of course we had wheelbarrowed manure to each one). 

IT WAS REALLY HARD WORK. Especially because we were working in a stone field as opposed to a dirt field. Shoveling rocks takes considerably more effort than shoveling dirt. 

See below

~How many rocks do I see before me~

~more than all the turkish tea~

~how many rocks do I see before me~

~one two three four, seventy~

~how many rocks do I see before me~

~more than the oranges in the trees~

~how many rocks do I see before me~

~five six seven, ninety three~

~how many rocks do I see before me~

~more than the fishies in the sea~

~how many rocks do I see before me~

~eight nine ten, one hundred three~

luckily we found a guitar and so were able to sing our favourite song with accompaniment 

We had many good times on that farm. 

Also "Turtles Can Fly" is a beautiful film about young refugees on the Iraqi-Turkish border before the invasion began. I really recommend watching it.

More, later

Larissa