Why Turkey?

*Klasik bir soru: Neden Türkiye?

People, especially Turkish people, are always asking me why on Earth I choose to live in Turkey. Upon meeting a new person, I am more often than not faced with this question, usually followed by a half-joking: “We Turks want to go to America!”

Well, here is my reply.

For one, Turkey’s just plain interesting. My, what vast contrasts it has! It’s modern and ancient and cosmopolitan and quaint at the same time. Take this guy, a karpuzcu, selling watermelons off of his horse-drawn cart.

You don’t see that in Washington, DC!

I spotted him on my way to a charming bakery for Sunday breakfast in a chic area of the city called Nişantaşı. As luck would have it, when I returned home two hours later, he happened to be parked on my street.

Mmm, watermelon.

Another reason I’m still in Turkey is because it is beautiful. Take Istanbul, for example. It is a bustling, chaotic city, but you don’t have to look very far for a beautiful view of the sea.

You might even get lucky and have a friend or a work contact who owns a boat where you can hang out and do a little yacht yoga.

Camel pose, tree pose, cheeky pose

As the “unusual and interesting” foreign dancer, you get opportunities to perform with internationally renowned musicians. You might even get a chaise lounge in your dressing room!!!

BaBa ZuLa concert at EcoFest Istanbul. . . Note that my backstage pass reads “ARTIST” in Turkish. Please also note my glitter gel.

And of course, while doing what you love for a living is delightful, doing what you love for a living while on a boat is divine.

“I’m on a boat, m***** f*****.” –T. Payne

So, there you have it–my answer to *the classic question* “Why Turkey?”–here in photographs.

 

A Belly Dancer’s New Year’s Eve in Istanbul

My first New Year’s Eve performing in Istanbul consisted of four shows. The first was on the Asian side of the Bosphorus. It was in a mansion so lovely that the tile floor in the garage was nicer than what most people have in their kitchens.

I hired a driver to take me there (it sounds glamorous, but it’s basically a taxi), wait for me, then take me to a seaport where I was picked up by a yacht just before midnight. There was enough time before my show for a quick dinner in the captain’s cabin while watching a firework show. During my performance, the boat traveled toward Örtaköy, where it docked just long enough to allow them to transfer me to another yacht for my third performance of the night. (This was pretty glamorous.)

When the boat docked in Beşiktaş, I headed for Taksim. My fourth show was more of a favor to one of the places I dance regularly on weekends than anything else. I squeezed them in at the end of the night, although by that point, I would’ve preferred to go home and hang up my sequined armbands.

Today I slept until 4 pm.

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Feather eyelashes!

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