Eye Candy, I had to look it up to be sure that I did get my marbles right on this title, that it would not show up in google with meaning nr 1 being a pornographic one.
But no, the first which came up is the one-hour thriller drama Eye Candy Cancelled before the second season took off, or so it seems.
I had to go back as far as 2004 to find what I was looking for.
Something purely aesthetically pleasing, that is, pleasing to the senses. Can be a person, a film, a sunset, a flower, or anything else you can see.God, look at that, its eye candy.door bonnie 9 augustus 2004
Might be clear that I do not go with Cambridge Dictionary on this one. Not very interesting or useful is too subjective a judgement for me.
I wanted to post a short one today – time investment-wise as I have a busy day ahead – with mainly some photographs. So let’s call it #visibites, although I uses more words as planned already.
Snapshots taken in Turkey.
Walking through the Ihlara Valley, I met with a most amazing Turkish couple, the man being utterly aristocratic at first looks. I am regretting now to not having taken his picture with his long, black and posh coat still on, beecause it would be such a lovely contrast with how I first saw hi laying in a huge hollow tree while his partner was takin a picture – there I was just one second too late. But after one hour I caught him in another act of youthfulness.
Along the way we had a long chat about both Turkey and Holland. I kindly keep the picture I took one second after this where he fell, fortunately for him not in the water, because I respect his feeling of dignity 😉
In my own files I gave this picture the title ‘my man’, and another one, which I took on Istanbul Airport only 24 hours later, I titled ‘her man’, maybe understandably so.
Also him I could have caught in a less charming posture, or actually I did, from up-close and front (only dressed in two large white towels) in a VIP lounge I was so very kindly invited to by lovely co-traveler and instant Turkey- and Cappadocië lover David. But again because of reasons of privacy I choose to post this one.
And indeed he is here as well only dressed in towels, as I saw more men that afternoon walking the gateways of Istanbul Airport. I think I remember that this is a ritual cleansing men do before they are going on Hajj, The Muslim’s pilgrimage to Mecca, although I never saw it before with my own eyes. I do not know if women do it as well, I suppose yes, but less in sight than the men.
Dutch apple pie for Easter
I met David and his wife Julie, and Chris and Jill Whyatt during on easter Monday at the breakfast in the Esbelli Cave House, Ürgüp, shortly after the home made apple pie was cut.
We left Cappadocië on the same plane to Istanbul and thus had quite some time to share both experiences and quiet reading or writing. Only when we parted I realized that more or less all of us had been writing in one way or the other on pieces and posts, text as well as the most beautiful photographs referring to our stay in Cappadocië.
Reading the post of David on their visit I dare to copy and paste here as it is written in such a way that it made me hold my breath at first read. David, if you mind, I will immediately delete it #nokidding
The magical Turkey journey is over. We’re at Istanbul airport for our flight back to England with friends Chris and Jill Whyatt.
Yesterday’s highlights included a two-hour hike through the Red Valley and a descent into a huge underground cave.
The hike offered a host of scenic photographs and a look at one of the best preserved churches. The area is full of churches…hundreds of them. Wanna start a church back then? No problem. The parishioners had to be highly motivated, however, because the climb up the rock to the church often was treacherous. I can see the sign outside “my” church: the Church of Dave and Turkish Bagel Shop.
The underground city was eight levels and was home to some 20,000 people. Most tunnels were parallel to the surface, but some — including air shafts — were vertical. I hope not too many of the inhabitants were tall people — there was a lot of bending over to get through them. Not too bad for me, but Chris is 6’4″ or so and, at times, resorted to nearly crawling.
Every meal we had in the Cappadocia region was outstanding…and very affordable. Excellent service and a very relaxed atmosphere.
Some thoughts on the people we met…
Everyone is friendly. Some speak English, but many in the center of the country don’t. If you come here, by all means hire a guide. Most restaurant menus have English translations.
Security fears have severely impacted people here, especially those involved in the tourism industry — which is most of them. Our guide for two days — Yasin — normally conducts tours four or five days a week; in recent months, that has fallen to one or two days a week.
That said, we never felt unsafe in Cappadocia. It is located mid-country and does not have the large population centers and government presence that seem to be the targets of terrorists. Turkish police were genuinely surprised and pleased when I walked up and presented them with San Diego Police Department patches and pins.
And now, about our hotel, Esbelli Evi, in Urgup. Suha, the owner, has quietly and painstakingly created an absolute gem. Sure, it has all of the basics that most hotels have, but most hotels don’t have individual wireless routers in each room…or brand new laptops in each room…or a multitude of electrical adapters in each room…or soft classical music playing on the living room tv when you check in…or heaters gently warming the bathrooms…or free beer, soda and water in each room (replenished daily). Esbelli Evi was a hit with us, but also with Tom Brosnahan, a renowned travel writer (Turkey on $5 a Day and other books and articles). Tom speaks fluent Turkish (he taught English here many years ago as a member of the Peace Corps) and always stays at Esbelli when he visits. He regaled us several times with his knowledge of Turkish history. He even signed one of his books for us.
As I think of stuff I’ve momentarily forgotten, I may consider posting again. Suffice to say: we loved this trip, we loved Cappadocia and we’d love to come back.
It was in the shuttle to Nevsehir airport (at 6 am, yawn) that I saw Turkey, Bright Sun, strong tea, the book of Tom Brosnahan in his pocket, and I could not resist taking the picture. It was the book in my handluggage for reading on the way back home. Maybe no eye candy but for sure giggle material for me.
and no doubt more on Turkey and this trip later, although in doubt again about the big question to write either in Dutch or English (or do both?).
Now, after having the pampering of being a guest myself for a week and had I very good rest as well as lovely talks and walks, I would like to extend my appreciation and thanks once more to both team, staff and owners of TravelAtelier Turkey and Esbelli Evi. Her şey için teşekkür ederim!
And Tom and Chris and David, Julie and Jill, Zeyneb and Elif, it was great meeting you and sharing our love for Turkey! #Turcophiles it is 😉
Here my time has come to be a host and there is a guestroom to be prepared, for a most welcome creature. More later anyhow anyway anywhere.