Sunday, 2 August 2009

Someone please tell them the timing's all wrong!

Why do the Turks ALWAYS re-surface the roads with tarmac in July and August when the temperatures are at their highest? It happens everywhere I've lived in this country.

Why do they decide to repair the water pipes in the village during the hottest part of the summer? This necessitated cutting off the water supply for 8 hours yesterday....and for 8 hours again today.

Why do we always get power cuts just as something good is starting on television...or I'm almost at the end of a long email and haven't saved it....or there's something baking in the oven and it's only half-cooked? And it's nearly always dark and I can't find the candles or a torch.

And cocks crow at dawn everywhere else don't they? Not here...the dawn chorus starts at 2'o'clock in the morning. And all the dogs, cows and donkeys join in. Why is that?

The water supply came back on too late for me to water the garden last night. I fell asleep sometime after midnight, only to be woken by the dawn chorus at 2am...which kept me awake for an hour.

The call to prayer at around 5 am reminded me that I would need to get up to water the garden before the sun had completely risen. And that I would need to have a shower, use the washing machine, and fill some containers with water before it's disconnected again.

You know I love this country...but sometimes I just wish that they'd get the timing right.


  1. Oh my dear friend, I know it's bad - but I was laughing so hard at this, it's too funny. Ok, it's not, but, you know what I mean.

    We have our own peculiarities, as well, around here. Whenever there's something that has to be done before a given deadline - said deadline could be weeks, months away -, 99,99% of the Portuguese will way until the very last possible day to do it. If there was a worldwide ranking for procrastination, we'd be number one. "Why do anything today if it can also be done tomorrow? Or the day after tomorrow? Or next month?" is our national slogan.

  2. How weird life sounds there, funny as you paint it. I don't know if I could live there - I think the heat would get me down too much. How odd though that the cock starts in the middle of the night - I wonder why that should be.

  3.'s ok I don't mind you laughing...sometimes I have to or might cry! I had a chuckle too about your description of the Portuguese who sound as laid back as the Turks!

    FF: I'm puzzled about the cocks crowing at this time. I had noticed it before in other areas, but because this is a village with a great number of them, it's more noticeable. The donkey next door is more disturbing because he joins in with a kind of screeching sound...most peculiar.

  4. Perhaps a nice cock to cock visit is in order. You can show ´em your new shiny axe, Ayak. That´ll shut ´em up.

    One thing is the heat which really tires you. But being kept awake at night - horrendous. We need our deep sleep. They don´t even have siesta in Turkey. How do they do it?

  5. You made me laugh so's just the way my turkish friends describe life in their homeland!

  6. Amagerican: It has always amazed me the way the Turks survive on so little sleep...and they still remain cheerful!

    The fly in the web: I'm glad it made you laugh. Years ago I used to cry about all the things that frustrated and angered me...but laughter is definitely best!


    Chris ..for some reason I can't post comments on your blog. I'm reading and enjoying..just so you know!

  8. Years ago, I used to be able to laugh at what went on in France, but over the years it has ground me down...there are times when I wake up in the morning wondering what on earth will happen today and how will I cope.

  9. I do understand how you feel...things get to me sometimes and I find it hard to cope. It's not always possible to laugh is it? I actually find writing about this stuff on my blog helps to relieve the frustration a bit.

  10. At last I have finally got onto your blog.

    Problem being Ayak, it takes a while to get used to the country, though yours seems more bizarre than most, you eventually stop hearing the farmyard animals, and when all goes quiet, you wake up thinking, oh what is going on here, why is the mad cock not crowing, and the cows and donkeys not making a noise, you do get used to it, honest ha!, until then, I have heard they do lovely ear plugs now.

  11. You have my sympathy! We go through a lot of that here too!

  12. I kind of guessed you might! It does at least give us something to write about!

  13. Your blog is fascinating!! I've been reading it on an off today, and I am totally addicted to it! Your posts are so interesting, and your writing style is wonderful. You really should write a book about your adventures in Turkey, if you aren't already.
    P.S. I'm glad you liked the background from my blog, the pattern is quite fitting!

  14. Hi Karen and welcome to my blog. Yes the background is perfect for my blog..thanks xx

    Oh I don't think I could manage a book. I am not disciplined enough.I would need someone to make sense of it and put it into some kind of order. Blogging is perfect for me...I can just write what comes into my head whenever I feel like it.


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