They are but Memories Now
06 Nov 2007 18:14
The last meal has been served and the last Efes drunk.
Most of Icmeler is closed down now for the winter, all our favourite waiters and friends back home with thier families.
But as I sit here in Derbyshire on a cold wet and windy night, feeling a sense of excitement and trepidation as I look foreword to my holiday in April.
I wonder what is the attraction in Icmeler for me?
Is it the early morning walks along the promenade,
were the smell of jasmine is still in the air, the sea is like a mill pond, hardly any movement except for the gentle lapping of the waves on the shore, the sea still resting before she receives her daily guests to enjoy her watersports.
Or is it the early morning walk up into the old village were the distinctive smell of hot earth wafts the air, changing to the smell of newly baked bread as I pass the bakers shop near the mosque.
Walking round this tranquil scene horses,goats,hens and geese busy themselves feeding, and in the background can be heard the incessant rhythmic sound of the crickets.
May be dinner time spent under the wellcoming shade of the trees at the Erdem cafe on the promenade, were a few beers and a tuna sandwich is taken while watching the world pass by.
Could it be when Icmeler dresses up for the evening, with her flashing lights and inviting bars, when she opens up her heart for us all to enjoy.
One ingredient not to be missed from my thoughts is the friendlyness and hospitality of the Turkish and Kurdish people who during our visits make us so wellcome.
I know it doesnt do for us all to like the same things and my memories will be different from yours,everyone has moments they remember which make repeat visits compulsive.
The thoughts of someone feeling meloncholy on a winters night.
Gene
Sorry folks but another repeat of times past
Most of Icmeler is closed down now for the winter, all our favourite waiters and friends back home with thier families.
But as I sit here in Derbyshire on a cold wet and windy night, feeling a sense of excitement and trepidation as I look foreword to my holiday in April.
I wonder what is the attraction in Icmeler for me?
Is it the early morning walks along the promenade,
were the smell of jasmine is still in the air, the sea is like a mill pond, hardly any movement except for the gentle lapping of the waves on the shore, the sea still resting before she receives her daily guests to enjoy her watersports.
Or is it the early morning walk up into the old village were the distinctive smell of hot earth wafts the air, changing to the smell of newly baked bread as I pass the bakers shop near the mosque.
Walking round this tranquil scene horses,goats,hens and geese busy themselves feeding, and in the background can be heard the incessant rhythmic sound of the crickets.
May be dinner time spent under the wellcoming shade of the trees at the Erdem cafe on the promenade, were a few beers and a tuna sandwich is taken while watching the world pass by.
Could it be when Icmeler dresses up for the evening, with her flashing lights and inviting bars, when she opens up her heart for us all to enjoy.
One ingredient not to be missed from my thoughts is the friendlyness and hospitality of the Turkish and Kurdish people who during our visits make us so wellcome.
I know it doesnt do for us all to like the same things and my memories will be different from yours,everyone has moments they remember which make repeat visits compulsive.
The thoughts of someone feeling meloncholy on a winters night.
Gene
Sorry folks but another repeat of times past
06 Nov 2007 21:26
It might be a repeat but it's how most of us feel at this time of year, once again couldn't have summed it up better myself 
Andrea
Andrea
They are but Memories Now
06 Nov 2007 21:50
Well said Gene! I believe you have captured the feelings of most of us Icmelerites.
Just longing to get back there next year, some of us earlier than others, but someone needs to gently wake the resort from her slumbers.
Wanna be there now
Just longing to get back there next year, some of us earlier than others, but someone needs to gently wake the resort from her slumbers.
Wanna be there now
07 Nov 2007 08:14
Wonderfully put Gene - as always you really capture the spirit of Icmeler.
Your early morning walks along the prom and walk to the old village sound so inviting. Must do that next year myself - I bet it "sets you up" for the day.
Your early morning walks along the prom and walk to the old village sound so inviting. Must do that next year myself - I bet it "sets you up" for the day.
They are but Memories Now
07 Nov 2007 13:15
Oh Gene, that was beautifully put and so typical of the way we all feel at the moment I'm sure 
But fear not, once we get Xmas over with, then the long, miserable month of January, then Valentine's in February, Easter in March, the April showers, it will be time for the first of us to hop over to our favourite place again. Not long off at all
elkie x
But fear not, once we get Xmas over with, then the long, miserable month of January, then Valentine's in February, Easter in March, the April showers, it will be time for the first of us to hop over to our favourite place again. Not long off at all
elkie x
09 Nov 2007 13:33
what a lovely post!
could bring tears to my eye!
could bring tears to my eye!
09 Nov 2007 16:33
And so say all of us great post
09 Nov 2007 17:40
Nice Gene, that got me thinking of some of the things I miss about Turkey that seem to have vanished into the mists of time.
The ice cream sellers with their cries of Abooooooo, the clash of the cow bells and the tricks designed to drive the kids wild.
The apple pie men with their calls of "apple pie, apple cale" as they made their way along the beach.
The corn on the cob barrows.
The boot boys with their tins of polish and a polishing brush and the old men who would service your lighters.
One thing I don't miss as much is the stench of diesel fumes as they bombed the drains at night.
Does anyone else miss anything about the "old" Turkey I wonder.
The ice cream sellers with their cries of Abooooooo, the clash of the cow bells and the tricks designed to drive the kids wild.
The apple pie men with their calls of "apple pie, apple cale" as they made their way along the beach.
The corn on the cob barrows.
The boot boys with their tins of polish and a polishing brush and the old men who would service your lighters.
One thing I don't miss as much is the stench of diesel fumes as they bombed the drains at night.
Does anyone else miss anything about the "old" Turkey I wonder.