Today Frank and I took the dolmas to Kusadasi for the clothes market. The first two dolmas we tried to board, the driver told us ....no, wait for the direct bus, coming in five minutes. Of course, their English is not like ours, so we needed to interpret. The direct bus did come, and we reached the markets by about 9.15.
I love markets! My Dad was taking me to the Prahran market by the time I was about five, treating me to donuts from the donut van, and proudly introducing me to all the stall holders. I have happy memories of markets, and of course, spent many years traipsing to the Dandenong market.
The clothes market is exactly that, rows and rows of clothes, with the usual smallholders trying to sell you something. They call you Lady, Madame, or even Princess! I quite enjoy the game of bartering with them, they are all keen for a sale. Everything is crazily cheap compared to Australia anyway. We did purchase a few things, and then backtracked to a nice cafe we had seen to have our breakfast. A very typical Turkish breakfast, gözleme, and untypically, coffee instead of tea.
A very nice young Turkish man named Sinbad introduced himself to us for a chat, and when we left shook Frank's hand, and kissed mine. The Turks are all very friendly, and quite touchy as well. They are very interested in where we are from, where we are staying, do we own or rent, how do we like Turkey etc, etc.
If you have never tried a gözleme, you can grab one next time you go to the South Melbourne market.
This is the turkish equivalent of what we call a "two bob shop", except 1.5 TL is around 75cents. I enjoyed walking around it, in a different part of the clothes market, which seems to be more general household goods.
Walking back to pick up the dolmas again, we saw some chile hanging to dry.
Another BBQ for dinner, the cook is getting good at this, and of course, the Turkish beer, EFES, helps.
Posted from under the air conditioner.
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