One of the things I really like about Turkey is how friendly the people are. I am quite aware that this is part of their jobs, but they go above and beyond the call of duty. They are very complementary, well most of the time. I like to think that the following stories are due to crossed wires in translation.
One night I went to the restaurant. Mustafa gave me the customary kiss on both cheeks and said
"You look very sexy tonight. What happened?"
Eh, I didn't think I looked that bad on other nights!!!
On another occasion we were being persuaded by Sanders, another Turkish waiter, that we should go to Klass, a local nightclub/den of iniquity. I have seen the clientele that go there and Klass is a very good name for it....they were about the same age as the kids i teach in my class back home!
I declined graciously
"Thanks but no. Its not really my age group"
"Oh but you are wrong. Lots of old people go there."
Still gave it a miss!
However, it was not just the Turks we had a communication problem with. One night we met Paddy from Dublin. Now foreigners may think that all Irish accents are the same.
THEY ARE NOT!
Paddy sat down opposite us and we had a great chat. Well Paddy did. For a lot of it Emma and I just smiled, nodded and said "Really", but not having a clue what was going on. After about twenty minutes Paddy asked me
"Are ya rearin?"
"Are ya rearin?"
"Sorry. I don't know what you mean."
"Are ya rearin? Do ya have any kids?"
"Oh, I see what you mean. No I don't"
"Do ya have a man?"
"No, not at the moment."
"Why not? See you. You're a good lookin woman"
Then he thought for a moment and said
"But I'd say you'd be a c*** to live with."
He didn't mean it as an insult. He was just making an observation. And the more I thought about it...
You know what Paddy. You may only know me twenty minutes, but I think you have summed me up perfectly!!!