When Turkey Was Thrilled To See Me

There is a group here in Turkey that is delighted that I’ve landed. That would be the entire insect population of the holiday resort we are at.

After days of scratching and being covered in bumps I paid a visit to the Doctor who informed me I am allergic to the insects here.


Little Z and OH have escaped completely as they seem to prefer feasting on just me. They don’t even seem to mind my scary hair that now resembles an unravelled birds nest. (As Monica from Friends would say “It’s the humidity!!”). I look more sun dried than sun kissed.

I don’t mind though. I still look (sort of) glamorous sat on my sun lounger mentally making my most important decision of the day; would it bad if I had 3 desserts?

Little Z is absolutely loving it and I think he would like us to live here permanently. His most favourite thing ever is the evening entertainment that he refers to as “Dancing”. We get asked a few times a day, “We going dancing??”. You can see the disappointed on his face every time we promise “Later”. Once he even had a full blown tantrum because, to him” the concept of “Later” means about 30 seconds after he’s been told. The dance troupe that performs here wave to him each night and toss him playfully in the air. I think they have taken as he insists on dancing on the floor directly in front of them each night. He then has his own dance on the stage as people are leaving for the night whilst OH and I wait patiently, flagging, and try to coax him off. Little Z is never to tired though and simply points to other parties we pass on the way back to our room. We think we have a party animal on our hands.

Of course, the restaurant staff are amazing too but the best thing ever is the continuous tantrums and the cries of, other, annoyed children in the restaurants. This fills me with genuine relief and ease. I don’t stress about Little Z acting up, not that he does too often, and being in the company of others that don’t bat an eyelid at a small child having a Defcon 1 level meltdown is pure bliss.

So life has slowed down for a week and whilst I scratch myself away to nothing and try to make my hair look presentable. I’m pretty sure there is a hair pin up there that’s trying to escape.

Wish You Were Here…


16 thoughts on “When Turkey Was Thrilled To See Me”

  1. Ohhh that looks amazing. Although I don’t envy you the insect bites. I am a mosquito-magnet myself, and so is my husband, so on holiday we always get seriously punctured by the little wretches.

    My son loves dancing as well, I’m sure Turkey would be his dream holiday!

  2. This place looks gorgeous! We have had many family holidays in Turkey – such a great place for sunshine….and insects 😉 I hope your hair is calming down (although I know it won’t, mine always goes like that in dry heat!). Have fun 🙂

  3. Despite your new found friends, I really wish I was there with you. My body is crying out for a holiday … a bit of lying by the pool, the odd cocktail, dinner cooked for me every night. Bliss! Can’t believe you’re coming to the end though. It’s gone so quick.

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