Summer vacation is inevitable, like a hot water outage. And I wanted to make it unforgettable, first of all for myself, and not just for animators, taxi drivers and Turkish delight sellers. Having made a visa to Israel and not having received confirmation of the reservation of the hotel I had chosen, I got angry and ...bought a tour to Turkey, in the Mediterranean. And so…
Antalya.
Fast flight, customs bag-body-control, smiles and chained glances of Turkish men - everything went unnoticed (for me). We, the tourists, were met by a Turkish guide named Alexei and we went along the mountain serpentine each to our hotel. It was already dark, around 12 o'clock at night, so the road was hard to see.
A few days later I returned to Antalya again, to look at the sights, visit shopping centers and look at culture, traditions and more from the outside. other. For now…
The hotel and its food establishments.
The Ulusoy Kemer Holiday Club was large, beautiful, located 7 km from Kemer and 42 km from Antalya Airport, in the village of Goynuk (somehow strangely called). Awesome nature! Two-story bungalows surrounded by greenery. And the sea is 100 meters away! The air was clean and transparent so much that I just wanted to inhale. An amazing mixture of forest, mountain and sea air. The aroma of pine trees, combined with delightful bright flora, accompanied me during all 8 days of my holiday on the Mediterranean coast. Settled without problems, the room is cozy, on the second floor. The terrace had windows overlooking the courtyard, so in the morning I did not hesitate to go out sleepy, in one unbuttoned dressing gown and wake up on the balcony, combing my long hair, stretching and breathing in the fresh forest air. But on the first day it was the other way around, I woke up with 20 minutes left before breakfast was over. I went to breakfast in a fog. It seemed that the palm trees were walking beside me...
Seeing this miracle from the shore, the entire alcoholic public decided to take a picture with me, as with a landmark. Although, there was nothing so interesting in me, well, except perhaps a swimsuit in the colors of the Ukrainian flag)) In general, sales from photographers increased dramatically and they gave me 2 disks with my photos for free)) I was satisfied, like all Muscovites- Indian Germans.
The sea, the sea-ee, the bottomless world ....
Madly in love with the sea, for which, in fact, I came to Turkey. Therefore, as soon as breakfast ended, barely having time to start with me, I flew to my beloved sea. Amazing view! Blue sky, bright sun, Taurus mountains in the distance, clean beach, sun loungers, awnings and. . pebble (not a woman). And the water at the same time was so blue that the thought crept in, and whether copper sulfate was poured into it, as was done in our Soviet pools, to create a clean look and blueness. I liked everything, except for the temperature of the sea itself.
Guys, we didn't agree. Where is my favorite sea with a temperature of 26C? ! Why is the water so cold? ! Where is the sand? ! Crap. Oooh-ahaya to myself, I silently went into the water, and. . swam 1 lap to the pier and back. Yes, there are still women in Russian (Ukrainian) villages. I thought I would die in those 15 minutes while I was swimming. I so wanted to remember how great and powerful the Russian language is, but since the sun was hot, I decided not to spoil my mood with negative emotions. Well, I'll have to swim in the pool, although, to be honest, I never understood this, how can you give preference to the pool if there is MO-RE. Now understand.
Adventures by the pool or how to diversify your life
There were 3 pools of different depth levels. In one of the pools, I tried to do aqua aerobics once a day. Sunbathed on the beach. There were also water slides, ride as much as you want. But practically no one rode, only children and drunk Russians.
Well, if I have already tried the sea, but why should I be afraid of some slides? That's right, I also decided so and went to the stairs. In life, after all, there is always a place for a feat. Since I am a woman who does not drink, I went to the highest and steepest hill. I had nothing to fear. But that's how it seemed at first. I don’t remember how I flew, but my loud cry was heard, probably, in three hotels along the entire coastline)) Plunging into the pool, I didn’t immediately notice that my swimsuit was also flying, but not with me, but somewhere nearby : ) I had to twist it so as not to excite the male half of the vacationers, who already wanted to rush into the pool to save me. With a slight movement of the hand, I showed that everything is ok. But! As soon as I got out of the pool and went to my sun lounger, I noticed that part of the back and the “floor below” seat were completely red. Oh God! That's how it went. And why now tan.
Shopping.
Of course, every woman dreams of returning from Greece in new sables, from the United Arab Emirates with a suitcase of gold, and from Japan with the dog Aibo (just kidding))). But it's not about that. On vacation, we are primarily interested in shopping as a way to relax culturally, and only then, to dress up. Therefore, in the evening I went to souvenir shops, shops and other exhibitions of folk achievements. As it turned out, all souvenirs from the African ritual mask to the plaster statue of Liberty have long been made in China.
In Kemer (where I took a taxi for $10), the shopping was more extensive than in Goynuk. I bought magnetic pleasures for my refrigerator, a pair of leather jackets for myself, a national costume for dancing, etc.
You could die with laughter from funny signs, from the Russian language, or rather, its parody.
But, in general, Turkey is a carefree country, densely populated by different nationalities, with an abundance of positive and good nature of the locals. The population is not just brown, but actually brown, in the full sense of this color.
You walk around slowly, enjoy your rest, the sounds of Tarkan and Serdyuchka come from the bars, Russians almost everywhere ...they drink everywhere: ) They start in one institution, and end up “I don’t remember where I was yesterday, I’ll go again today. ” I will not give advice to blonde girls, but you just have to be careful, otherwise Turkish men can get married right away, and you won’t notice how: ) Tested only in theory (my brains saved me from practice: ).
East is a delicate matter
Selling is a different story. That's who you need to take sales master classes from! The Turks are able to sell the unsellable. Even if you don’t need anything, he will manage to sell something ...moreover, creating the illusion of endless benefits from the goods being sold!
As if you did not live before buying sneakers with heels, but simply existed! Let it sometimes annoy us...But nevertheless, attentiveness, an interested "sticky" look, virtuoso correct gestures, receiving a client with various treats (tea, hookah, small free souvenirs, etc. ) play an important role in the interaction of the buyer and seller. For them, personal contact with the client is paramount. The client is always a guest (in their shop, shop, restaurant or bar).
We buy attention, relationships, not a product or service. We buy positive emotions. We buy sensations and feelings. A commodity is a way to exchange feelings. Unless, of course, he (the product) is not a thing of prime necessity. Sometimes you have to buy from an unpleasant seller what a pleasant one does not have. And if there is a choice, that is, not a spontaneous purchase, we choose, and often in our favor.
In Turkey, this is unrealistic!
All the merchants there are incomparable. Even if you have eaten half of the buffet before, they will try to sell you a few kg of Turkish delight, pistachios and fruits to boot (there are a lot of orange trees in Turkey, even there are monuments to His Majesty Orange). And we can't sell like that. The whole point is in the national color, sincerity, kindness of soul, and, most importantly, love for your work, for what you do! We often buy from those sellers who love their profession. We often work with such people. We respect people with inner harmony who do everything with a soul. Such people have no shame and internal bitterness for the fact that they work as “toilet pan testers”, and then they are sold ...Learn, learn and learn sales from Turkish merchants again.
Sweet life
At times it was very difficult to make a choice. Especially for me, an avid sweet tooth.
The hotel buffet was always full and that was my problem. As soon as I entered a restaurant, the abundance made me neurotic. I'm talking about the abundance of goodies, not people. : ) There was not just a lot of things, but too much of everything! But I, like a true woman, tried to eat both healthy and tasty, and at the same time maintain my unshakable figure over the past 15 years (I succeeded in the first 2 days of my vacation, then, one might say, I “preserved and increased” my waist: )).
Once, walking and taking pictures near the ancient sights of the city of Antalya, I noticed how one bartender (if you were not a bartender, but, for example, a cook, then forgive me) winds some kind of homogeneous rubber mass on long sticks. The cafe owner Bahadir explained that it was ice cream. I would like to try this uniqueness. The deliciousness is incredible! ! !
I tell him that in the bushes. He approaches, and there is a thicket there with the height of a man, and he begins to seek out. Then I understood the whole meaning of the phrase that I was told in childhood: “You don’t understand, are you a Turk? ! ". I had to explain that it was turned upside down a little further. Then he abruptly remembered that I was the victim and began to feel me to see if everything was in place. Well, the others have arrived. Found, turned over, everything is ok. The instructor gave me his ATV, he got on mine, and we went on riding. Of course, at low speed. And I really wanted to try almost everything so that it would not be excruciatingly painful for the time spent aimlessly at the hotel.
Departure
We celebrated our departure very vigorously and cheerfully. All the Russians with whom I arrived at the same time, with whom I took pictures, all the local Turks (working staff), with whom we all became friends, animators from our native Ukraine, Muslim women I knew, all got drunk! It had to be seen! That's what all inclusive means.
We decided to swim in the largest pool, which was located 30 meters from us. Imagine my surprise when I saw that the pool was covered with a net so that the drunken public would not swim at night, but would do something more substantial : ) Well, Moscow guys, Soviet people, were brought up according to the concepts: if you want, you can. " So what if they are in Turkey, they are dear everywhere, the sea is knee-deep and the mountains are shoulder-deep! We went to the pool, climbed under the net and “fucked” for our pleasure. That is, they were bought: ) It should have been seen from the outside! Some even sobered up from cool water, from a pleasant night swim : )
Many left at night. I left the next day, in the morning. For the first time in all my travels, I cried a little. Good thing I was wearing sunglasses and my eyes weren't visible. With such spiritual warmth, with such sincerity, no one has ever seen me off.
Antalya.
Fast flight, customs bag-body-control, smiles and chained glances of Turkish men - everything went unnoticed (for me). We, the tourists, were met by a Turkish guide named Alexei and we went along the mountain serpentine each to our hotel. It was already dark, around 12 o'clock at night, so the road was hard to see.
A few days later I returned to Antalya again, to look at the sights, visit shopping centers and look at culture, traditions and more from the outside. other. For now…
The hotel and its food establishments.
The Ulusoy Kemer Holiday Club was large, beautiful, located 7 km from Kemer and 42 km from Antalya Airport, in the village of Goynuk (somehow strangely called). Awesome nature! Two-story bungalows surrounded by greenery. And the sea is 100 meters away! The air was clean and transparent so much that I just wanted to inhale. An amazing mixture of forest, mountain and sea air. The aroma of pine trees, combined with delightful bright flora, accompanied me during all 8 days of my holiday on the Mediterranean coast. Settled without problems, the room is cozy, on the second floor. The terrace had windows overlooking the courtyard, so in the morning I did not hesitate to go out sleepy, in one unbuttoned dressing gown and wake up on the balcony, combing my long hair, stretching and breathing in the fresh forest air. But on the first day it was the other way around, I woke up with 20 minutes left before breakfast was over. I went to breakfast in a fog. It seemed that the palm trees were walking beside me...
Seeing this miracle from the shore, the entire alcoholic public decided to take a picture with me, as with a landmark. Although, there was nothing so interesting in me, well, except perhaps a swimsuit in the colors of the Ukrainian flag)) In general, sales from photographers increased dramatically and they gave me 2 disks with my photos for free)) I was satisfied, like all Muscovites- Indian Germans.
The sea, the sea-ee, the bottomless world ....
Madly in love with the sea, for which, in fact, I came to Turkey. Therefore, as soon as breakfast ended, barely having time to start with me, I flew to my beloved sea. Amazing view! Blue sky, bright sun, Taurus mountains in the distance, clean beach, sun loungers, awnings and. . pebble (not a woman). And the water at the same time was so blue that the thought crept in, and whether copper sulfate was poured into it, as was done in our Soviet pools, to create a clean look and blueness. I liked everything, except for the temperature of the sea itself.
Guys, we didn't agree. Where is my favorite sea with a temperature of 26C? ! Why is the water so cold? ! Where is the sand? ! Crap. Oooh-ahaya to myself, I silently went into the water, and. . swam 1 lap to the pier and back. Yes, there are still women in Russian (Ukrainian) villages. I thought I would die in those 15 minutes while I was swimming. I so wanted to remember how great and powerful the Russian language is, but since the sun was hot, I decided not to spoil my mood with negative emotions. Well, I'll have to swim in the pool, although, to be honest, I never understood this, how can you give preference to the pool if there is MO-RE. Now understand.
Adventures by the pool or how to diversify your life
There were 3 pools of different depth levels. In one of the pools, I tried to do aqua aerobics once a day. Sunbathed on the beach. There were also water slides, ride as much as you want. But practically no one rode, only children and drunk Russians.
Well, if I have already tried the sea, but why should I be afraid of some slides? That's right, I also decided so and went to the stairs. In life, after all, there is always a place for a feat. Since I am a woman who does not drink, I went to the highest and steepest hill. I had nothing to fear. But that's how it seemed at first. I don’t remember how I flew, but my loud cry was heard, probably, in three hotels along the entire coastline)) Plunging into the pool, I didn’t immediately notice that my swimsuit was also flying, but not with me, but somewhere nearby : ) I had to twist it so as not to excite the male half of the vacationers, who already wanted to rush into the pool to save me. With a slight movement of the hand, I showed that everything is ok. But! As soon as I got out of the pool and went to my sun lounger, I noticed that part of the back and the “floor below” seat were completely red. Oh God! That's how it went. And why now tan.
Shopping.
Of course, every woman dreams of returning from Greece in new sables, from the United Arab Emirates with a suitcase of gold, and from Japan with the dog Aibo (just kidding))). But it's not about that. On vacation, we are primarily interested in shopping as a way to relax culturally, and only then, to dress up. Therefore, in the evening I went to souvenir shops, shops and other exhibitions of folk achievements. As it turned out, all souvenirs from the African ritual mask to the plaster statue of Liberty have long been made in China.
In Kemer (where I took a taxi for $10), the shopping was more extensive than in Goynuk. I bought magnetic pleasures for my refrigerator, a pair of leather jackets for myself, a national costume for dancing, etc.
You could die with laughter from funny signs, from the Russian language, or rather, its parody.
But, in general, Turkey is a carefree country, densely populated by different nationalities, with an abundance of positive and good nature of the locals. The population is not just brown, but actually brown, in the full sense of this color.
You walk around slowly, enjoy your rest, the sounds of Tarkan and Serdyuchka come from the bars, Russians almost everywhere ...they drink everywhere: ) They start in one institution, and end up “I don’t remember where I was yesterday, I’ll go again today. ” I will not give advice to blonde girls, but you just have to be careful, otherwise Turkish men can get married right away, and you won’t notice how: ) Tested only in theory (my brains saved me from practice: ).
East is a delicate matter
Selling is a different story. That's who you need to take sales master classes from! The Turks are able to sell the unsellable. Even if you don’t need anything, he will manage to sell something ...moreover, creating the illusion of endless benefits from the goods being sold!
As if you did not live before buying sneakers with heels, but simply existed! Let it sometimes annoy us...But nevertheless, attentiveness, an interested "sticky" look, virtuoso correct gestures, receiving a client with various treats (tea, hookah, small free souvenirs, etc. ) play an important role in the interaction of the buyer and seller. For them, personal contact with the client is paramount. The client is always a guest (in their shop, shop, restaurant or bar).
We buy attention, relationships, not a product or service. We buy positive emotions. We buy sensations and feelings. A commodity is a way to exchange feelings. Unless, of course, he (the product) is not a thing of prime necessity. Sometimes you have to buy from an unpleasant seller what a pleasant one does not have. And if there is a choice, that is, not a spontaneous purchase, we choose, and often in our favor.
In Turkey, this is unrealistic!
All the merchants there are incomparable. Even if you have eaten half of the buffet before, they will try to sell you a few kg of Turkish delight, pistachios and fruits to boot (there are a lot of orange trees in Turkey, even there are monuments to His Majesty Orange). And we can't sell like that. The whole point is in the national color, sincerity, kindness of soul, and, most importantly, love for your work, for what you do! We often buy from those sellers who love their profession. We often work with such people. We respect people with inner harmony who do everything with a soul. Such people have no shame and internal bitterness for the fact that they work as “toilet pan testers”, and then they are sold ...Learn, learn and learn sales from Turkish merchants again.
Sweet life
At times it was very difficult to make a choice. Especially for me, an avid sweet tooth.
The hotel buffet was always full and that was my problem. As soon as I entered a restaurant, the abundance made me neurotic. I'm talking about the abundance of goodies, not people. : ) There was not just a lot of things, but too much of everything! But I, like a true woman, tried to eat both healthy and tasty, and at the same time maintain my unshakable figure over the past 15 years (I succeeded in the first 2 days of my vacation, then, one might say, I “preserved and increased” my waist: )).
Once, walking and taking pictures near the ancient sights of the city of Antalya, I noticed how one bartender (if you were not a bartender, but, for example, a cook, then forgive me) winds some kind of homogeneous rubber mass on long sticks. The cafe owner Bahadir explained that it was ice cream. I would like to try this uniqueness. The deliciousness is incredible! ! !
I tell him that in the bushes. He approaches, and there is a thicket there with the height of a man, and he begins to seek out. Then I understood the whole meaning of the phrase that I was told in childhood: “You don’t understand, are you a Turk? ! ". I had to explain that it was turned upside down a little further. Then he abruptly remembered that I was the victim and began to feel me to see if everything was in place. Well, the others have arrived. Found, turned over, everything is ok. The instructor gave me his ATV, he got on mine, and we went on riding. Of course, at low speed. And I really wanted to try almost everything so that it would not be excruciatingly painful for the time spent aimlessly at the hotel.
Departure
We celebrated our departure very vigorously and cheerfully. All the Russians with whom I arrived at the same time, with whom I took pictures, all the local Turks (working staff), with whom we all became friends, animators from our native Ukraine, Muslim women I knew, all got drunk! It had to be seen! That's what all inclusive means.
We decided to swim in the largest pool, which was located 30 meters from us. Imagine my surprise when I saw that the pool was covered with a net so that the drunken public would not swim at night, but would do something more substantial : ) Well, Moscow guys, Soviet people, were brought up according to the concepts: if you want, you can. " So what if they are in Turkey, they are dear everywhere, the sea is knee-deep and the mountains are shoulder-deep! We went to the pool, climbed under the net and “fucked” for our pleasure. That is, they were bought: ) It should have been seen from the outside! Some even sobered up from cool water, from a pleasant night swim : )
Many left at night. I left the next day, in the morning. For the first time in all my travels, I cried a little. Good thing I was wearing sunglasses and my eyes weren't visible. With such spiritual warmth, with such sincerity, no one has ever seen me off.
Translated automatically from Russian. View original
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