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| Sun-drying olives on the sunny end of the bed |
Still exploring our neighbourhood. This time uphill heading east. As always, knowing that if it’s uphill going it will be downhill coming home. May only be me, but somehow reality on the ground never quite matches the maps. Do have to say that streets here usually have signs, though not at every corner. Sometimes a little the worse for wear, as with one we see that is so worn I initially take the lettering for Arabic. One street most of the way but the street has several sharp changes of direction. And streets here do sometimes change name London style even when there is no change of direction. Presumably for the same reason as in London - the road once passed through different villages which later merged.
Realise that J and I have completely different styles of navigating. He goes by landmarks and a global sense of location. I study the maps and memorise directions and names. J says add in mountaineering. In theory methods should be complementary - and occasionally this is the case.
Tentative destination is Altınbaşak, a small informal family restaurant with Turkish food that we have visited before. And are pleased to find it through a mixture of navigation methods and instinct. Possibly also a bit of luck, but we could find it again. Neighbourhood has a nice village-y feeling. Too old to have been dismantled for apartment construction, although some of that is happening further downhill.
Girl’s English more than our Turkish, but not hugely more. However humour and goodwill on both sides and everything communicated, including horrified amusement when I begin to present a fifty euro note instead of a 50 lira one. They are the same colour but the euro worth about 30 times as much as the lira.
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