Exercising Turkish Style

When I left the UK outdoor gyms were starting to pop up around the local area.  Not something I ever would think of using, especially in the UK with the weather being so unpredictable.

Ankara has similar gyms and parks, and there are a lot of them!  A lot of the parks have a 'carpet' running track, which is used by a lot of the locals, and I can understand why.  Ankara is such a hilly city, and all the roads and pavements are badly damaged with lots of potholes, it can be like an obstacle course and there is a high risk of injury.  The tracks are mainly flat and soft underfoot, so there is little chance of injury.

The tracks have distance markers around them, and lots of people walking and running around them.  Quite often you may be stuck in a 'traffic jam' behind a group of ladies who are busy chatting while strolling around the track.  Within a few minutes walk of my home there are at least three of these tracks, so there are plenty of them.

Most of the tracks then have outdoor gym equipment.  I'm not really convinced that they do any good, but again they seem to be very popular.  But exercising on this equipment is definitely not something I want to do!

On some of the equipment there are a few written instructions as how to use it, but obviously I am not able to understand this.  I am intrigued as to what this piece of equipment is for!?

Thanksgiving in Turkey

OK, so I am a Welshy living in Turkey.  One of my flatmates is American so I am experiencing my first Thanksgiving.

Of course one of the problems with living in Turkey is being able to locate the ingredients for a celebration.  So the hunt began.  We found cranberry sauce a few weeks ago, but then we tried to find a turkey.  You would have thought finding a turkey in Turkey would be easy, but we were met with the familiar 'Hindi, yok', everywhere we went (no turkey).  Hmm this called for plan B, so chicken it is!  Sprouts are apparently available in Ankara, but we opted out of that one.

We located a baker that could make pumpkin pie for us (gluten and dairy free), but unfortunately they were unable to produce the pie for us on this occasion.  Hmm maybe for Christmas though.....

So we kinda had a plan, so the day arrived, and we set to work.  Our guests were due to arrive at one, so we had to be organised.  So, we cooked chicken with roast potatoes, vegetables and stuffing.  Dessert was chocolate cake and baklava (which was pretty amazing).

So a day with good food (soooo much food), and very good company.  My first ever Thanksgiving had a very International feel, with friends from America, Slovakia, Iraq and Turkey.  Another new experience in my new life here in Ankara.

Missing the home comforts

Of course when you move to another country you want to try new things and moving to Turkey for me was no exception.  The food is fantastic (as long as I don't cook it!) and I am willing to try most things here, although I'm not sure about trying Kokorec, which is made from intestines, Iskembe which is tripe (I did try tripe once in France and vowed never to eat it again!) and Beyin, which is brain.  My students assure me that they are all delicious, and that I should at least give them a try.  They find my reaction to these food highly amusing, especially when they hear that I have tried frog's legs and snails in France (the thought of these foods horrify my Turkish students).  The fruit and vegetables here are fantastic, so fresh and full of flavour, and it is now pomegranate season!

But there obviously things I miss about home.  Friends on Facebook doing a countdown to Christmas make you think about the things you miss, and will miss while being overseas at Christmas.  These are in no particular order (apart from number one of course)

1. Family and Friends.  The Turkish people are really friendly, and so are the people I live and work with, but nobody can replace my family and friends from back at home.  Keeping in touch with people back home is very important to me and this was one of the reasons I started my blog, so they could read about what I have been up to.  Of course we have emails, Skype, Facebook but this can never replace the face to face contact I am used to.  I think of everyone back at home often, and I miss everyone a lot.

2. Mum's Christmas Dinner - Yes I will miss this for sure!  We will attempt to cook a Christmas dinner in the flat on Boxing Day, but I know it won't be as good as what I have back at home!

3. Rowntree's Fruit Pastilles.  OK this may seem to be a strange one to most.  Strangely I never used to like them, but over the last couple of years I had to give up a lot of the food I love because of food intolerances, so Fruit Pastilles became my sweet of choice.  I was kindly given a supply as part of a leaving present from work colleagues, but alas the supply is no longer!

4. Vitam-R.  OK so marmite is quite popular in the UK but I can't say I am a fan, but I found an alternative that I preferred.  Marmite's flavour is too in your face for me, so I changed to Vitam-R, less salt and more flavour.  Don't think I will find anything like it here in Ankara.

5. Gluten Free/Dairy Free Products.  I am unable to eat wheat (although while I have been here I have been sneaking some bread in with my kebabs).  I can usually get away with a small amount of the wraps, but I generally know I have eaten something I shouldn't have.  I have found gluten free pasta and Alpro soya milk, which are both very expensive, but for me a necessity.  But the only bread I have found is grim!  I have not been able to find any Rye flour (it all seems to contain wheat) and rice milk (and xanthan gum) to make my own, which I had started to do in the UK.  The hunt continues.

6. Bacon.  I never thought I would miss this, as I didn't eat much of it in the UK, but sometimes all you want is a bacon butty (made with Genius gluten free bread), with brown sauce.

7. Thinking ahead for Christmas, Terry's Dark chocolate orange.  This to me is a sign that Christmas is here.  This year will be the first time I will be working on Christmas Day, so celebrations will be on Boxing Day.

8. Fluffy socks.  Haha yes I am missing my fluffy socks that I wear around the flat.  When I left the UK they hadn't arrived in the shops yet.  Ankara is starting to get a bit cool in the evenings!  I have looked around the shops, but the ones here just don't cut it!

9. My comfy bed.  I can't seem to get comfortable in my bed in Turkey for some reason and of course your own bed at home is so familiar.

10. Rubis - For any chocolate fans who haven't tried this, you should give it a go.  Rubis is a fortified wine, think along the lines of port, with a hint of chocolate - http://www.rubiswine.com/.  I always get myself a bottle for over Christmas, but this year it will be missing from my Christmas treats.

Don't get me wrong I love living in Turkey, but sometimes you just miss those home comforts.....

A Trip to the Hairdressers

OK, this is something I have been avoiding since arriving in Ankara 10 weeks ago.  I hate visiting the hairdresser in the UK, so not being able to communicate is asking for trouble!

This Welshy always gets stressed before any haircut, so unsurprisingly I was a little nervous.  Someone from work had said that he would take us so he could tell the hairdresser what we wanted.  He explained briefly to the hairdresser what we wanted and off he went, leaving us in the hands of the staff at the salon.

The main difference between hairdressers in the UK and ones in Turkey, are that in the UK they are mainly women, here they are (almost) always men.

So I knew there would be no usual hairdresser conversation 'Are you going/Have you been on holiday?', 'Are you going anywhere nice tonight?' and I think today I realised how much the little touches like that put you at ease.

So after having my hair washed, I was directed to a chair, and the hairdresser set to work with his razor comb, there seemed to be a lot of hair coming off, but I knew I couldn't do a great deal once that first 'chop' had been made, so although a little shorter than I wanted, it looked OK......

And then he started to dry my hair.  'Hmmm not a technique I have seen before' I thought, and then he stepped back proudly showing the 'ringlet' type curls in my hair!  Nooooooo!!  I like my hair dead straight and all I could think was 'How will the GHDs cope with straightening this!?'  I think the look on my face and my shouting 'Stop' indicated that something was wrong.  OK hand signal time, ummm smooth hair.... Ah he understands, ringlets promptly straightened.  I am, however amazed that he could dry my hair soooo straight without the help of straighteners.  Hmmm one plus for a Turkish hairdresser Also the cut is good, just a little shorter than I wanted, the price was cheap.  Hmmm one big minus for the hairdresser, he pointed out my grey hairs, and tried to get me to have a colour......

So haircut finally done, and another job I hate doing, shoe shopping, also done.  Generally it is difficult to find women's shoes in anything bigger than a 40, so being a 41 I knew it would be a problem but mission accomplished!  Maybe clothes shopping next......

Kocatepe Mosque

So one day during Bayram, we decided to visit the largest Mosque in Ankara, Kocatepe Mosque.

We had an idea of the location after looking at the map, and surely even we couldn't miss a huge mosque, and for once we were right!  Mission accomplished!  The mosque can be seen (and heard) from most areas of central Ankara.  Our first sighting was of the four minarets, the slim towers that can be seen on most modern mosques.

We stepped round the corner, and my reaction was one that had become quite familiar when seeing some of the sights of Turkey.  'WOW', and it most certainly was 'WOW'.

We were welcomed by a couple of cheeky chappies, who insisted on having their photos taken...

This is typical of people in Turkey, always friendly and have a smile for you.

We continued walking to the mosque, and learnt that this was in fact the back, so another 'WOW' was in order when we saw this sight.

Even with some building work going on the sight was stunning.  The inside didn't disappoint either. With shoes removed, and headscarves on we took our first step into the mosque.  

A beautiful mosque, which I hope to visit again soon.