I was going as cat woman, everything black except the tail. I had managed to find a suitable piece of rope as the 'spine' but the only material was a tie belt off a nice spotted top, so I was a a spotted black pantherish cat woman. A schizophrenic pussy.
Multi cultured in the modern parlance, and so was the event. A Fashing evening. It's the occasion for Germans to indulge in a pre-fast binge before giving up saurkraut and bratworst for Lent. Probably dates back to pagan times but now its a part of the culture. We were the usual Dalyan mixture, Germans, Brits, Turks and Dutch. The Germans all threw themselves into the spirit of things, made an effort , had great costumes and thoroughly enjoyed the chance to look silly. The Brits mostly tried, but looked a bit embarrassed , the Dutch didn't and sat separately, and the Turks, well they don't need fancy dress to enjoy themselves. So they partied.
I haven’t quite figured out this culture thing . There are differences, traits , which make being with different nationalities interesting. Cultural differences particularly surround any foreigner who comes to live in a different country. some are positive, some are negative and sometimes the phrase is just a convenient excuse for poor behaviour. I recently was used and badly let down by someone who I trusted, and I thought was a good friend. Friends have said it's a cultural thing, They say “It's always happening, 'Wealthy' foreigners are here to be taken advantage of.” Well certainly in any tourist area the visitors are often regarded as fair game, with more money than sense. That happens whether its Bodrum or Blackpool, Bogota or Barcelona. But that isn't a culture thing any more than the loutish behaviour of football hooligans makes yobbism a part of British culture. Culture is often taken to be the traditions and customs that have developed over a long time. It can and should be though, a set of values, and I don't believe that anywhere has values that involve deceit, cheating, hooliganism or violence.
By contrast when I had a puncture last week. I took my car to a little local tyre/car valet place. The young man there called the owner away from his house, late Sunday afternoon, to do the repair. He arrived still chewing the meal he had been called away from. The repair would take an hour, it was chilly so he offered me his scooter so I could go home whilst he worked. His time and trouble cost me about £2.50. In my car were some chairs, I had admired them and Turkish friends had insisted I took them, they were going to get some more anyway they said !
The sorry tales of woe, the antics of yobs , don't spring from culture or race or creed. Some people just aren't very nice, but most are lovely, especially here. Miaaaaow.
Multi cultured in the modern parlance, and so was the event. A Fashing evening. It's the occasion for Germans to indulge in a pre-fast binge before giving up saurkraut and bratworst for Lent. Probably dates back to pagan times but now its a part of the culture. We were the usual Dalyan mixture, Germans, Brits, Turks and Dutch. The Germans all threw themselves into the spirit of things, made an effort , had great costumes and thoroughly enjoyed the chance to look silly. The Brits mostly tried, but looked a bit embarrassed , the Dutch didn't and sat separately, and the Turks, well they don't need fancy dress to enjoy themselves. So they partied.
I haven’t quite figured out this culture thing . There are differences, traits , which make being with different nationalities interesting. Cultural differences particularly surround any foreigner who comes to live in a different country. some are positive, some are negative and sometimes the phrase is just a convenient excuse for poor behaviour. I recently was used and badly let down by someone who I trusted, and I thought was a good friend. Friends have said it's a cultural thing, They say “It's always happening, 'Wealthy' foreigners are here to be taken advantage of.” Well certainly in any tourist area the visitors are often regarded as fair game, with more money than sense. That happens whether its Bodrum or Blackpool, Bogota or Barcelona. But that isn't a culture thing any more than the loutish behaviour of football hooligans makes yobbism a part of British culture. Culture is often taken to be the traditions and customs that have developed over a long time. It can and should be though, a set of values, and I don't believe that anywhere has values that involve deceit, cheating, hooliganism or violence.
By contrast when I had a puncture last week. I took my car to a little local tyre/car valet place. The young man there called the owner away from his house, late Sunday afternoon, to do the repair. He arrived still chewing the meal he had been called away from. The repair would take an hour, it was chilly so he offered me his scooter so I could go home whilst he worked. His time and trouble cost me about £2.50. In my car were some chairs, I had admired them and Turkish friends had insisted I took them, they were going to get some more anyway they said !
The sorry tales of woe, the antics of yobs , don't spring from culture or race or creed. Some people just aren't very nice, but most are lovely, especially here. Miaaaaow.
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