Icmeler Online Holiday Forum & Reviews - Turkey

Ann is Watching "Get Me Out Of Here" on the tele, so once more I am banished to my computer to trawl the ICR archives looking for storries to bore you all again with repeat screanings.
Here is a true story of one of my walks up into the Old Village.

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 again this year through the lack of tourists.

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 that I have three holidays booked for next year in April,May and August.
We are again making plans for things to do and things to see,not always fullfilling these plans due to 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



Water Tap In The Old Village

thanks Gene for yet another memory of what the Turkish people are realy like they love the thought of us poor holidaymakers useing their humble watering holes

Thanks Gene.

The Turkish people sure have a lovely friendly way about them and most definitely go out of their way in any way they can to help us.

Keep the stories coming to see us all through the winter.

Reesy

Thanks Gene for another great story, it might be old but new to me you sell Icmeler every time keep it up .
p.s, can we have more please .

pete,
soon be June

Thanks all for the comments.
There are always new people joining our little family,and this is one of the reasons I am posting some of the past topics and storries.

Gene

Gene, that was a lovely story and the moral at the end was very funny

gena the people are so nice when we came in august we stayed in mamaris but found icmeler we came everyday the first day we were walking around we must have walked pasted a bar twice the owner called us over and made us sit he came out with two efes said it was to hot to walk just sit and relax how sweet was that as we left he gave us a bottle of water they are so lovely