The Turks we met were incredibly hospitable — they’d leave their shop unattended to walk us down the block and point us in the right direction.
The kids were no different. They spent an entire afternoon showing us the best places to dive off the rocks in the Antalya harbour.
“Deep, deep,” they said. So we leapt off the rocks too. When we resurfaced, they gave us the thumbs-up.
They’d even smoke in the middle of the harbour, taking care to keep their cigarettes dry. Neither one of us had ever seen anything like it.
Their English vocabulary was far more impressive than our Turkish lexicon (which, I have to be honest, doesn’t consist of much more than “Indirim” which means something along the lines of “Sale” or “Discount”).
Man, did these kids make us laugh.
“My name is Barack,” said one jokester, rolling his R’s. “Barack Obama!” And they all burst out laughing.
