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Rain mostly holds off and we catch what is probably the last dolmuş of the evening about 9:30. Pleased as the walk home would be about four kilometres, though admittedly it isn't cold.
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Investigation continues in the case of a bank manager brought to court on charges of embezzling 38,160,000 Turkish lira. Of course amounts in lira always sound astronomical but in hard currency this would not have been trivial - $1,564,603 CAD, £880,214.
Cyprus Mirror circumspectly refers to the accused only as BK, employed by a bank branch in Nicosia, and even avoids mentioning the employee’s gender. Though this discretion may be made easier by the idiosyncrasies of the Turkish language, in which the story was presumably first written. Third person singular lacks gender in Turkish, so that he, she (and it) would all be represented by the Turkish pronoun o. However, did see an earlier account of the misappropriation in English where the manager’s name was given as Bahar Korakan and the pronoun used was she. In any case, it’s a small country and presumably the only people who would not already have heard the name of the accused would be foreigners.
The embezzlement seems to have been going on for two years or more, during which time the woman bought two BMW’s and lost a lot of money in casinos. This last is more than irresponsible - it’s also illegal. Casinos are legal and a major tourist attraction but TRNC citizens are not permitted to visit them, although it’s not news that some do. Due to the seriousness of the crimes, and also because she is considered a flight risk - and “flight” in this case could mean simply crossing the border to the South, albeit showing passport - Korakan is to remain in custody while the investigation continues. One suspects that otherwise the temptation to head for the border with a forged or stolen passport would be fairly high as the crimes in question are punishable by life in prison.
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A Turkish Cypriot friend warned us to be careful, suggesting that the worst problem is poor drivers from Arab countries. However published names of offenders are almost always Turkish. Although this doesn’t distinguish between Cypriots and Turkish mainlanders. Which could be part of the problem as driving is on the left in Cyprus, both North and South, whereas in Türkiye it’s on the right. Addresses provided in news reports are almost always Cypriot though.
Quite happy not to drive here.
Recently though, the price of potatoes soared. Cyprus potatoes have an international reputation, probably due to the quality of the soil. The price increases led to calls to boycott. People asking other consumers to substitute bulgur or pasta until prices became more reasonable. And in fact we went from buying fewer potatoes to none at all as the price hit 100 lira ($4.03 CAD, £2.26) per kilo. Adding insult to injury this coinciding with a load of particularly old and ugly looking spuds.
The government has apparently agreed as of Thursday to allow imported potatoes from Türkiye. However, prices have dropped, though not precipitously, before any of the agreed imports can have arrived. And the current bin at our grocery store has especially attractive potatoes. Leading one to wonder if conspiracy theories regarding who profits might have some merit.
Note rather late in the day that today is the feast of St Andrew. So a wee dram is called for. And it is wee indeed as there is almost no whisky left in the bottle of Scotch. There is a bottle of Irish whiskey (note the difference in spelling, which some take very seriously) with rather more remaining but drinking it on St Andrew’s Day wouldn’t be right.
Temperatures are reportedly running two to four degrees below seasonal norms. Not too bad. High today of eighteen. Sunset 16:09 though, as we creep nearer to the winter solstice. And always a little earlier on the northern slope of the mountains.
Regular Friday afternoon gathering at the Blue Song. Not too cool for draft beer outside.
Sarah, to husband Ralph: Please don’t put your wine on my tab - I don’t have a tab.
The first electrocuted bat across from our window has been joined by a second. Looks like a really bad omen. A warning along the lines of decapitated heads of traitors displayed on spikes on London Bridge in Tudor times? Should probably be examining our consciences, but instead repair to Google. And discover that bats being electrocuted on wires not particularly rare despite our not having encountered the phenomenon before. Unlike birds, bats tend to hang upside down and are thus quite likely to touch two separate wires and become the circuit connector.
Had this second bat waited a few hours he might not have died as the power is turned off in our area for an hour and a half around supper time - well, to be precise as I am simmering a pasta sauce. Once more reason to be pleased about cooking with gas, although less light on the subject than usual.
The Republic of Cyprus (South) has been making noises about wishing to join NATO, thus furthering the island’s traditional role as an unsinkable aircraft carrier. In particular President Christodoulides has spoken with outgoing President Biden and outlined “a bold plan for Cyprus’ future with NATO, including the possibility of US forces staying permanently on the island”. Hard to imagine what visions of dollar signs danced in his head. Civilian protests in Larnaca on the weekend opposing the growing militarization of Cyprus are unlikely to have moved him much. However Türkiye is a member of NATO and has pointed out that it has, and would use, its veto to prevent Cyprus’s accession. Though Türkiye too may have its price.
Two dogs on the sidewalk opposite the store. They’ve found the sunny side of the street. Like most Cypriot owned dogs they have collars but spend their days unleashed and usually bothering no one. Frequently on the steps outside the store but never try to enter.
Posted today: ‘Two minibus [dolmuş] drivers came to blows this morning over an argument on the Lapta-Girne route on Ecevit Street Girne. Both men ages 36 and 25 ended up in hospital and were arrested.’ The dolmuşes are privately owned. They’re licensed by the municipality but are not a municipal service. The routes are determined by the municipality but the drivers are essentially in competition and it’s possible for an aggressive driver to overtake and scoop up passengers while his competitor is allowing an elderly person to board slowly. Have witnessed arguments as drivers got out of their vehicles to face off but never physical violence. It is true that the police practice here seems to be to arrest first, determine guilt second, and finally release those deemed not guilty.
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Apparently wind speed recorded yesterday at 118 kilometres per hour, as in 73.5 mph in old money. Certainly people reported having difficulty standing on the beach. We were content to observe the whitecaps from afar. Also reports of boats sinking in Girne harbour, which is scarcely surprising.
Blowing today, but nothing like gale force. Temperature much lower than yesterday though, presumably thanks to the steady north winds coming from Türkiye. High today a pretty unusual 13.The Cyprus Mail claims temperatures will be unseasonably low until December 20. Am choosing to believe other sources that show steady recovery reaching twentyish by the weekend.
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Crazy weather, though it did come with advance warning. Almost entirely wind, much of it gale force coming in from the north, that is the sea side. We can see two large flags on the mountainside a little to the west of us and regularly check them for wind strength and direction. One is Turkish and the other the flag of North Cyprus.
We check them this morning and discover that the Turkish flag has been ripped off completely, leaving only a thin red ribbon where the top used to be. This must have happened in the night but the winds keep on full blast all day. The mayor of Girne, fifteen kilometres to the east of us has asked people to stay inside unless they absolutely have to go out. Not only are falling roofs and trees a hazard but some roads are impassable.
There have been power failures in parts of the island, though the electric company has done a pretty decent job of keeping up with repairs. Our municipality has told people that they can call the ‘solutions’ line. Probably a quirk of translation, but sounds so much nicer than a problem line.
A good day to stay in and read books and drink tea. Our power was off for a couple of hours but not particularly inconvenient as we cook with gas not electricity.
One of our favourite things about Cyprus is the oranges. A winter crop just hitting its stride despite a too dry summer and autumn. And easy to take for granted here as I note there are none in the house and go outside to pick a couple for breakfast. As J says like being able to step outside the door in northern Ontario and spot a small Christmas tree.
But orange trees are under threat and the threat is moving closer. A small insect known to transmit citrus greening disease (officially Huanglongbing) has been identified in the orchards of the Republic of Cyprus (South). The disease is deadly. It blocks nutrient flow through the citrus tree, eventually killing it. Florida has lost 90% of its orange production and the disease has already spread to Spain. If it develops in the South it will inevitably spread to the North of Cyprus. Pathogens are less respecters of borders than people are. Can only hope for concerted preventive action.
Interesting note in Cyprus Mirror regarding a recall of Chivas Regal whisky. Lot number included although of no particular interest to us as it’s not something we’ve bought in years. The reason given for the recall, though, seems both odd and disturbing. The batch was found to contain “alcohol not permitted for food use” and “ low alcohol content”. The story seems to come from Türkiye with a note saying that some of the affected whisky was imported to North Cyprus.
Can see no other references to this online, although one would suppose that a story like this about such a well known brand would have appeared all over the internet if only in the form of disclaimers by the company or assurances that other countries were not affected.
Does raise interesting speculation though. Not permitted for food use? Are we talking rubbing alcohol or merely ethanol stored in containers not guaranteed to be sterile. Other possibilities do occur. And low alcohol content. Thirty-eight percent? Ten percent? Will keep watch for follow up info.
Horst gives us a lift to Sultan’s restaurant in Çatalköy where foreigners meet on a Wednesday. It’s less than fifteen miles to the east of us but would mean a change of dolmuş in Girne. Cheap enough but way more time consuming than one might have thought, even by car which takes (mostly) more efficient routes than the dolmuş can.
Probably the most surprising change in North Cyprus in the nearly quarter century we’ve been coming here is the traffic. More surprising than the housing construction - though obviously not unrelated to it. Many more - and newer and more expensive - cars. And more and better motorways seemingly under permanent construction, aided by a climate where year round road works and construction are possible. It’s an island and cars aren’t cheap. They’re also sold in harder currency than the Turkish lira. So suspect that some of the increase must reflect more availability of credit. It certainly doesn’t reflect a stronger lira.
Note that it snowed in London today. Also in many other places of course but snow in London is pretty rare in November. Think the last time was 2010.
The grapes available at our local store seem to be coming to an end. Well, they are seasonal, but more than that this was apparently not a good year as higher than usual summer temperatures as well as drought led to a smaller harvest than normal. Cherry tomatoes very good though.
Finish reading aloud Diary of a Nobody. Very funny, and should anyone else wish to read it downloadable for free from Project Gutenberg, being long out of copyright (1892). Customs and mores of period interest but characters and humour timeless. Interestingly there is a sequel. Not by the original authors but more recently, by Keith Waterhouse of Billy Liar fame. Sadly not available as ebook, though did spot a second hand paperback for 60p (presumably delivery more than that). This not a country particularly well served by post though.
Wake up to see what looks, at first like an old rag caught in the wires on the other side of the road. Not impossible, as it was a bit stormy in the night. On further consideration (was going to say closer inspection but actually can’t get any closer, hence the quality of the photograph) it looks more like a fairly large bat. Electrocuted as it touched two wires? Looks like it may be there for some time as it hasn’t attracted any bird of prey thus far.
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As with most public holidays, banks and government offices will be closed, supermarkets open. We’re basically village, and the sounds on a holiday morning are village sounds. Including the buzz of a power saw - shades of Sioux Lookout. And, from a little further away, a rooster greeting the day.
Had thought we might be able to see something of the air show from the Blue Song where we’re enjoying a draft beer outside at the starting time - half past three. But seems that fifteen kilometres is too far, though we did spot some of the planes arriving from Türkiye earlier.
And, appropriately, the last super moon of the year due tonight.
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| Antikythera red map pin, North Cyprus blue map pin |
J reminds me of our first flirtation with the thought of Mediterranean living. Many years ago. Thirty? Bought a weekly Telegraph at the 7-11 in Dryden and spotted a seductive piece describing a Greek government scheme for allowing suitable applicants to live rent free on uninhabited islands. Preference given to those with plans for green agricultural projects. Sounded idyllic. Come up with an idea for growing multicoloured carrots or whatever, and arrive with a trunkload of books. Paradise.
Don’t remember giving thought to much else - although in all fairness we didn’t apply, didn’t even check the validity dates on our passports. Not disturbed by considerations like the quality of shelter. Build our own? Would there be trees? And food. Apart from the multicoloured carrots that is. Gardening pretty hard work if it’s providing your only source of sustenance. Would take quite a chunk of time away from that trunk of books. Had vague images of sitting in the sun reading and sipping wine. And most Greek islands run to a rough local wine. Not classic vintage but authentic - for what that’s worth. But wait. That would be INHABITED islands. Wine to be purchased from local villagers. This was to be - in fact the whole point was - an uninhabited island. Would there be wild grapes. Enough experience with wine making not to have high expectations.
Had not at that point spent a winter in the Mediterranean. It is not all created equal. Roughly speaking, the farther east you go the warmer the average winter temperature. No matter how far east you go January is unlikely to be sleeping on the beach weather. Furthermore rainfall is unequally distributed. Cyprus and Crete are similar in size but in Crete the average high temperature in December is 18, in January 11. Rainfall in December is 197 mm, in January 160 mm. By comparison, Cyprus average highs are 18.9 in December and 17.1 in January. December rainfall averages 95 mm and January 80 mm. About twice as much winter rain in Crete.
Still theoretically possible to move to a Greek island without paying. Actually somewhat better terms than those on offer some thirty years ago, though much more prudent from the Greek government’s point of view. The island of Antikythera, south of mainland Greece and a little northwest of Crete, is in fact paying families to move there. New residents can be given a home, a piece of land, and €500 ($740.84 CAD, £415.57) a month for the first three years. Access to electricity, basic plumbing, limited water supply and even internet (not a factor to be considered thirty years ago - hence the trunk of books). They are, however, looking for families with three or more children and hoping to increase skilled labour in the population.
An attractive enough proposition in its own way. But happy to have chosen winters in North Cyprus.
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And indeed one is led to reflect on the number of ways in which Erdoğan is unreliable, although not particularly as a source. I consult J who is probably as cynical as I but better informed. “He hasn’t stopped sending them oil though, has he?” And indeed there is the story in France’s RFI: “Turkey Talks Tough on Israel but Resists Calls to Cut Off Oil”. The oil isn’t Turkish. It will be from Azerbaijan and Iraqi Kurdistan but via pipelines that terminate at the Turkish port of Ceyhan. From there it’s shipped down the coast past Syria and Lebanon to Israel.
Reading the news in the Middle East as tricky as reading it in Canada.
Two years ago the powers that be began a huge renovation project with tourist appeal in mind. Some of the revamping was doubtless needed to upgrade electrical and water supplies and make the pavements safer, but maintaining authentic period shabbiness clearly not an aim. So now it is attractive enough if you have no nostalgic memories of its former self. Restaurant prices have escalated sharply, and some of its soul has gone.
Apparently there is also a new sign announcing the fait accompli:
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You can’t go home again.
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Day keeps promising - or threatening - but not delivering rain. But we cooked a chicken yesterday and have plenty of reading material, so rain or no rain really doesn’t matter.
Reading aloud two works of fiction. Midaq Alley, by Nobel Prize winner (1986) Naguib Mahfouz. Set in Cairo in the early forties, it’s a stunning combination of a period urban Egyptian setting and universal characters that we have all known in various guises. We had previously read his Cairo trilogy, which was excellent. But this is better.
Our other read aloud is even older. The Diary of a Nobody. Comic novel published in 1892 after having been serialised in Punch. And never out of print since. Though happily long out of copyright and therefore downloadable for free, as it’s really quite funny. As with Midaq Alley, the period detail is interesting while the characters are timeless.
Overcast - mostly
Midaq Alley Naguib Mahfouz Nobel prize literature 1988
Diary of a Nobody pre WW Ic
Alexander and Luba moved out early yesterday. Had intended to exchange email addresses but as usual procrastinated until too late. Hadn’t expected to carry on much in the way of correspondence but contact could have been useful as they seem mostly to be here in the part of the year when we’re not and vice versa. This morning the one cat that Alexander befriended and fed out of the many wanderers is on our patio looking in the window. Can I be your cat now? Looks pretty healthy and may in fact have a real home.
At 9:05 we are slightly startled by the sound of a steady siren but remember that it signals not an emergency but a tribute to the late Mustafa Kemal Atatürk who died at this time on November 10, 1938. He’s rightly honoured as the founder of the Turkish Republic, which he proclaimed in 1923 the year after abolishing the sultanate, as he presided over Türkiye’s rise from the ashes of the Ottoman Empire which had been defeated in WW I.
Atatürk created a secular state - an achievement which has wavered under Erdoğan. Possibly his biggest gift to Türkiye has remained though. Arabic script was replaced with Roman, so despite the idiosyncrasies of a non Indo-European language translation into European languages is not a horrifically daunting task.
Predicted rain comes in the afternoon, although not with the precision that the notoriously inaccurate Acuweather has announced. (As in rain will start in 32 minutes - a declaration that can be made when it’s already raining). Yes, there are other sources, but they’re often no more accurate. Not that it matters enormously to the retired. And, happily, the rain washes the omnipresent bird droppings off the deck.
Dogs usually in evidence. May sometimes belong to one of the vendors or a shopper but suspect that, in the way of dogs, they are often just there for the event and the company, hanging out and happy to be included. And if excitement wanes a nap in the sun is always an option.
Turkish Cypriot dogs are seldom tied up and seem to enjoy a pretty carefree life. Suspect most have families but roaming not considered a problem unless a dog is aggressive, which seems pretty rare. Much like the good-natured village dogs of my youth in the pre dog catcher days. Although one less pleasant result of this is excrement on the sidewalks. Dogs owned by ex-pats much more likely to be leashed and accompanied by someone who bags their deposits.
No major purchases but do come home with an unread Lecarré.
Walk down to the Blue Song for usual Friday afternoon gathering. Downhill in sunshine going. Uphill and just after sunset on the way back. Actually not technically after sunset, which is now 16:45, but living on the north slope of a mountain range means the sun disappears slightly before “sunset”.
Pass the newly replaced transformer pole. The old one still lying by the side of the road. Must have been replaced just in time. Part of it looks like one huge splinter.
Think our gathering is vaguely in the process of moving from summer to winter time but no need to hurry the process. Most of us are retired anyway.
Criegan not here today. Down with some kind of bronchial infection, which Beverley refers to as “lurgy” illness. Interested, as always, in words, and pursue it later online. It is, as she said, frequently northern English. Sometimes Scots, as are many northern English terms. But popularised by the Goon Show as “the dreaded lurgy” - which makes its general use a little too late for my family to have used it.
About as far out, though a shade less embarrassingly, as the 1948 polling prediction that Thomas Dewey would beat Harry Truman. Thomas who? Indeed. But before the vote was counted the Chicago Daily Tribune had already gone to press and the morning headline read DEWEY DEFEATS TRUMAN. And no, I don’t remember that election. But do know part, at least, of the reason that the pollsters got it wrong. They relied heavily on telephone surveys at a time when owning a telephone was far from universal and the results were skewed in favour of those with higher incomes.
So now begin the post mortems on this election.
And here fruit and veg are never wrapped in plastic, always simply sold by weight. Not more expensive per kilo to buy two carrots if that’s what you want. Do know of one supermarket that actually has a milk dispenser outside so you could bring your own container. It’s not very close to us though, and we don’t really use a lot of milk except when making Irish soda bread.
This is Election Day in the US, and one the rest of the world is watching with more interest than usual. Seems slightly weird then to wake up and realise that it’s still yesterday in most of America. Polls not open. Final results not likely to be in until tomorrow morning in our time zone. There will be exit polls, though, with a couple of caveats. The first results will not be released until 5 pm Eastern Time - that’s midnight here - and exit polls results that will indicate a state’s winner are not released until all polling centres have closed in that state. Memories of the days in Canada when results from provinces to the east were not released until the polls had closed in the province of the watcher. Until modern telecommunications made nonsense of the restrictions.
Have decided that the yoghurt we have been eating was probably from cow’s milk rather than sheep as we had assumed and wanted. Had thought that köy meant sheep but turns out that it means village. Sheep is köyun. So unspecified village yoghurt almost certainly from cow’s milk. Now in possession of a container not only labelled köyun but adorned with a reassuring picture of a sheep. Turkish is a difficult language but as with Polish most of the words I’ve learned first are for foods.
Köy köyun
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.Well before this autumn there were warnings that a “toxic combination” of decreasing rainfall, abandonment of rural areas, and increased water consumption has put over half the island at immediate risk of desertification. In fact everywhere except the ridge of the Troodos Mountains (not “ our “ mountain range) is at risk.
Increasingly people want to live in urban areas where the jobs and services are and modern living styles use much more water than was the case when it was carried by the bucketful. Cypriots are usually pretty careful about water consumption, but undoubtedly use more than their grandparents did just as most cool their homes more than previous generations. And tourism is encouraged for the economy but is obviously harder on the environment than the old agricultural base was.
We did have thunder storms and a patio cleaning rain last night but no hail north of the mountains.
Inaccuweather
The most interesting stalls here are the charity ones. We do buy five CD’s at the cancer patients’ support. Ten lira each (£0.23, $0.41 CAD). Also a blue mug. Browse but don’t actually buy at the extensive book stall in support of animal rescue. Still have a number of unread or unfinished books, both “real” and digital. Do have memories of the first years we travelled, though, when we tended to buy anything we saw in English, resulting in a few quite unexpected winners. In those days the few books we brought from home had to meet strict criteria - appeal to both of us, ok to trade as we went, and not hardcover (too heavy).
Gratifyingly sweet and juicy, though quite a few seeds for our sins.
Day begins in the usual leisurely fashion. Drinking coffee, catching up on the news online. When we notice that neither of us has an internet connection. Try another device with the same result. Then J flicks a light switch. No electricity. Planned cut or accident? Just our street or area wide? Now that we have no internet there’s no way to find out. North Cyprus is famous - or infamous - for power cuts, though last winter we experienced only one and it was just twenty minutes.
Bit longer this time - about five and a half hours. Not particularly inconvenient as it’s sunny and warm, we’re pretty well supplied with “real” books, and the stove is gas not electric. No idea whether shops in the area still function when their electric tills don’t but no particular need to buy anything today anyway. Quite amazing the number of things we rely on the internet for, though: news, weather updates, translations, purchases, library books. It goes on. And the first winter of retirement we considered ourselves lucky to be travelling in the age of internet cafés! Remember trying to touch type on a Turkish keyboard, sharing the café with a bunch of loud teenage boys addicted to video games.
And when we have internet access again we can see that it was in fact a planned interruption for maintenance and repairs. Not assiduous enough readers of social media to have noticed in advance.
No need for a pharmacy but pop down to our little local supermarket. No warm sourdough bread straight out of the oven but we do find an enormous dark green bunch of celery for 49 lira (€1.30, £1.08, $1.96 CAD). No easy way to predict prices. Celery is local but so are potatoes which cost more than they would at home, although they are much nicer. Imports tend to be fairly pricey but Italian wine more than reasonable, which is probably a question of tax.
Delighted to see the man who owns the orchard immediately opposite us back again. For the first few days we neither saw our neighbour nor heard his goat. Had assumed the goat had met the fate for which it was being bred. But then we began to hear it bleating. Encouraging but still no sign of the owner, who was previously in the habit of spending several hours a day tending his grounds. Had begun to wonder if he were ill or even had died. He’s not young. And, had he died, there was the additional unhappy possibility that his heirs, not equally addicted to gardening, might sell the property to developers happy to erect high rise apartments. So for selfish as well as benign reasons we’re pleased to see him back at his labours.
Closed govt schools banks chemists
Orchard goat
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Discover relatively late in the day that tomorrow is a holiday, one borrowed from Türkiye. It’s the hundred and first anniversary of the founding of the Republic of Türkiye by Kemal Atatürk after the Turkish War of Independence following the defeat of the Ottoman Empire in the First World War. A reminder for us of the time many years ago when we stayed at the Baron Hotel in Aleppo, Syria. Down on its luck but rich in memories of previous guests, including Atatürk, who is said to have mounted guns on the roof during WWI to ward off attacks by the British or Arab Legions. Many other notables as well, such as Lawrence of Arabia and Yuri Gagarin. King Faisal announced Syria’s independence from the balcony of room 215. The whole political spectrum represented, including Kim Philby. And we ourselves stayed in room 203 where Agatha Christie wrote the first part of Murder on the Orient Express.
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| Infrastructure splintering not crumbling |
Ask a regular who is selling dresses and shawls, and from whom I buy a half dozen eggs laid by her own hens, what has happened to the produce sellers. Beginning to fear that drought had wiped them out. She says that she thinks they found the increased price for a stall made if not worth their while. Too bad. Even after the nut seller stopped coming we used to buy honey and eggs regularly and also strawberries in season.
On the way home pass two wooden poles holding up a substantial looking transformer. Well, one pole seems to be carrying more than its share of the burden. Many countries complaining about deteriorating infrastructure but this the most graphic example we’ve seen. Expecting the lot to fall down and wondering if anyone has started a pool on when.
But positive developments re utility supply on the home front. When we get back we are greeted by the plumber of yesterday’s successes who is beaming as he leads us to the shiny yellow pump he has just installed. Italian he tells us proudly. And it is certainly performing as it should. The plumber comes up to inspect. First the kitchen water pressure on hot and cold and then the bathroom. ‘Duş’ he inquires, and we have learned a new Turkish word borrowed from the French. The word for shower pronounced exactly like the French word douche.