I pretty much track the same steps every day when I leave the house in the morning. First is a walk with My Hurley Dog. I go wherever he chooses – he is in control of the walk. The one certain on our early morning walk is that we stop for fresh bread. One loaf for The Turk and I and the other for his father. After I drop off the bread at home My Hurley Dog and I make our way down to the deniz (sea) for a pleasant stroll.
I wave and call “Gunaydin” to those I know as we wander down towards the water. I occasionally stop to have a chat (with my limited Turkish) if anyone calls me over. As I walk down the main road I can see Daughter’s school in the distance. She is no doubt daydreaming at her desk, pretending to learn but most likely thinking of Calum Hood or chatting with her friends.
I always stop by the vegetable market to have a quick look. Always fresh and always delicious I might make a quick purchase before dodging may way through the fish markets. Although the Village is predominantly a farming community it also has a large harbour and fishing industry and many of the restaurants in Mersin purchase their fish from these markets. You need to be there early though – really early. By the time I get there a little after 7:30 most of the best fish has already been sold leaving the lesser quality for us slowpokes.
When I finally arrive at the waterfront I always pause for a moment. With the early morning sun shining on the water it is a sight to behold. No matter how crappy I feel or how down I am at the world in general looking at this scene always perks me right up. Gorgeous water, gorgeous sunrise – unfortunately, however, the beachfront itself is not as attractive to the eye. It is a garbage dump.
The Village is the closest beach area to the city of Mersin itself. It’s potential as a destination for day visits by the “city dwellers”, particularly in summer. I recently read that the Council is looking into rezoning the area for tourism but that is, I imagine, some years away. It is disappointing that the locals do not realise the little gem that they have here under their noses and the literal goldmine that they are sitting on.
In the meantime My Hurley Dog and I love our morning walks in the sunshine – I say sunshine as I am still waiting for rain. The rain count since we arrived still stands at only 3 times. Yes that’s right 3 times in 132 days although it is little a little overcast today so we might get something. Finger’s crossed. Maybe.
The veg looks wonderful doesn’t it. No artificial colours or polish like the tired produce of a supermarket (one of the many reasons we grow our own, go to the market or have a chat with the local farmers who have been happy to give us a armful of leeks, cabbages or carrots at harvest time).
I remember a being able to get a pint of winkles at Poole Quay from the fresh catches of the day, plus cockles, crab, lobster, sprats, though fish was sold mostly from stands rather than the boats.
I agree about the veg – they look fantastic. Was hunting for a lemon yesterday in the supermarket and couldn’t find one that wasn’t waxed… ridiculous!
I can’t believe the difference between the fruit and veg from Australia and what is grown here. A real eye opener!
I wish we had a daily market and more dogs! Here in Kayseri I`ve seen maybe 3 dogs since we got here in August. Most people hate and/or are afraid of dogs (whenever I ask my students or fellow teachers if they like dogs, 99% respond negatively) and think I`m mad for missing my dog (who lives with my parents back in Russia). On a side note, I really like your blog!
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