Over the past few days social media has gone a little crazy in Turkey talking about the crap weather. A lot of people have, of course, started to take their vacations and have arrived for some sun and fun in the numerous Turkish hotspots, Marmaris, Bodrum, Fethiye, etc, only to be on the receiving end of some very nasty weather.
I knew a storm was brewing today because my hair was incredibly frizzy. I cannot control my hair anymore. Between the bleaching and the weather it has a life of its own. I have decided to just let it have its way with me and do whatever it likes. I don’t really care after all I don’t have to impress anyone. In fact The Turk told me I smelt this morning (I had just gotten back from a jog – and it was 30 degrees!). I admit that I did smell but the point that I am trying to make is I don’t need to impress him anymore. Do I sound selfish? Are you all going “eewwww”. Don’t think like that people. I still shave my legs. I just don’t need to go through all the crap anymore to impress The Turk. He wakes up every morning amazed that I am still with him and counts his lucky stars every day lol! Call me Miss Conceited! I am just joking of course.
In past years I would travel to Mersin in either September or April. This would give me the sunshine that I love but without the intense heat that can send me close to the edge. I would often mention to friends that I knew that summer was coming or going in Mersin because of one crazy storm. The storm to end all storms, dare I say it, the “perfect storm”. No I won’t say that. Let’s just say a bloody big storm. And today is the day (albeit a little late).
Bang! Crash! There are not enough words that would properly describe the storm that we are experiencing right now. It has been incredibly humid today. The humidity that tells you bigger things are coming. The humidity that tells you to batten down the hatches and hold on for the ride.
Back to the storm – I am sitting through it right now. The weather deteriorated rapidly starting with a slow pitter-patter of rain which bounced off the roof and caused puddles. The puddles quickly became rivers rushing into the çiftlik across the street and a waterfall broke through the half made wall on the construction site next door. There was no thunder, just an avalanche of water threatening to drown us all.
The hava (wind) became harder, stronger and the rain was more powerful. This was getting good. Then it happened. A crashing sound unlike any I had ever heard before and one, two. Lightening! Unrelenting. One after the other. Crackling thunder and a mighty flash, one after the other.
What an excellent storm.