Showing posts with label Turkey. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Turkey. Show all posts
10/15/11
We stayed on in Guzelyurt at a new hotel called 'Hotel Kardalli' which was run by a very interesting local man called Kadir. The Hotel had the most amazing views of a monastry and mountain. Every evening the cows would walk past the hotel let by an enormous, 'cow dog'. I bought some threads from the local market and stripped some electrical wire to get some fine copper thread. I stitched onto a sheet of mosquito netting.
Guzelyurt
Spencer and I arrived in a village called 'Guzelyurt' having just left a very strange village.
We travelled on a local bus called a 'dolmus'. It was clearly market day as the bus was very busy. Just as we thought there wasn't enough room for anymore people, small foldable stools appeared. Then one of the passengers would pass a small basket round to collect the fares. When we got off the bus, we felt relaxed and at home. It was the first place we had arrived at in Turkey where we hadn't been either stared at or surrounded by groups of people trying to get us to take a bus to Antalya.
We ended up staying here for over a month. During that time, after some delicate questioning, I met some of the women. One day I was invited into a small cave, to sit with the local women who would prepare all their food together and share it amongst themselves. They made everything, their own cheese, yoghurt, jam, bread etc. I had just left england, where most of my '30 something' female friends, were in debt, stressed out, looking for 'mr right', and pretty lonely. These women seemed to have broad smiles, shiny hair, lots of friends and Camaraderie - no loneliness here.
Anyway I was especially fascinated by the way they squatted and these amazing trousers that they all wore. So here are some studies I did, with a few materials that I found locally.
We travelled on a local bus called a 'dolmus'. It was clearly market day as the bus was very busy. Just as we thought there wasn't enough room for anymore people, small foldable stools appeared. Then one of the passengers would pass a small basket round to collect the fares. When we got off the bus, we felt relaxed and at home. It was the first place we had arrived at in Turkey where we hadn't been either stared at or surrounded by groups of people trying to get us to take a bus to Antalya.
We ended up staying here for over a month. During that time, after some delicate questioning, I met some of the women. One day I was invited into a small cave, to sit with the local women who would prepare all their food together and share it amongst themselves. They made everything, their own cheese, yoghurt, jam, bread etc. I had just left england, where most of my '30 something' female friends, were in debt, stressed out, looking for 'mr right', and pretty lonely. These women seemed to have broad smiles, shiny hair, lots of friends and Camaraderie - no loneliness here.
Anyway I was especially fascinated by the way they squatted and these amazing trousers that they all wore. So here are some studies I did, with a few materials that I found locally.
Leaving England in 2001
29th July 2001
We had decided to leave England. We had been talking about it for a while. Spencer and I had been together for about 2 years now, we had worked hard to tie up all our lose ends, and here we were with 2 rucksacks, on our way to Istanbul. I realised that we had no keys, because we had sold our cars, no house keys, because that had also been sold. Just a few boxes in storage and a large amount of 'paper mache' sculptures stored in a friends garage. It was the beginning.
We had decided to leave England. We had been talking about it for a while. Spencer and I had been together for about 2 years now, we had worked hard to tie up all our lose ends, and here we were with 2 rucksacks, on our way to Istanbul. I realised that we had no keys, because we had sold our cars, no house keys, because that had also been sold. Just a few boxes in storage and a large amount of 'paper mache' sculptures stored in a friends garage. It was the beginning.
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