The Curtain comes down again on another holiday season in Icmeler.
I would like to say "successfull season" but I know a lot of our bars and restaurents as well as apartment owners and Hoteliers have struggled this year through lack of tourists,brought on may I say through adverse and in a lot of cases inaccurate reporting.
I hope next year will be a boom year for our hosts and friends.
I know a lot of us have already booked for next year and for others it will be after the Christmas festivities.
Could I before you all book next years hols just ask you to brouse the Apartment and Hotel section on the main page as there are some first class holiday accomodation on offer as well as flights and transfares.
Having said all that both my holidays in May and August were again full of things to do and things I have Done.
I never seem to get round and do all the things I plan,I blame the hot weather,"And sometimes to much Efes"
I remember one morning in the middle of August when the temp at 7-30 am was 35 degrees.
I was walking round taking my pics of bars and had finished up at the Julian Forest Apartments, these are the very last apartments right at the back of Icmeler with the mountain has its backdrop.
I started my walk back and because of the heat my small bottle of water was gone.
Has I neared the village I remembered a tap were the villagers get their spring water from so headed in that direction.
Has I aproached the tap it was being used by a Local farmer who was filling up his large water containers.
Now by this time my throat was like a rasp and my tongue twice its normal size through the lack of fluids.
I stood in line.
The farmer looked at me and we nodded to each other and with my only bit of Turkish croaked through my parched throat "Merhaba" he smiled and replied with the same word back and then reached for my water bottle and promptly filled it for me then handed it back.
He must have seen the tension in my face as I was waiting in line.
I thanked him,then took a drink of gods wine.
Instantly I was refreshed and resumed my walk, thinking about this small act of kindness shown to a complete stranger.
Moral of this story is Either take a Bigger bottle of water or dont walk so far.
Gene