Calis Beach and Fethiye Turkey Discussion Forum
General Topics => All things that have nothing to do with Turkey => Topic started by: Scunner on May 16, 2013, 19:33:11 PM
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Impressed by Ron's tale the other day...
Also meant to say Russ ,I was walking down the road in Los Alcazares in August last year and a car pulled up ,it was Graham my next door neighbour in Davutlar who had already moved here last year. Small world.
Do you have any "small World" stories?
I think I have but I can't think of any at the mo :D
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While sunbathing on Patara beach, Brenda heard a work mates' mother walking past ;D.
And before anyone jumps in, it was her voice she heard not her footsteps :)
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We went up to Boat of Garten for the weekend. We took a drive around the area and ended up in Grantown on Spey. We were just going into a shop when someone called me. It was Jim Fraser's wife Helen (they live in Fethiye now). She had come over to Scotland for a couple of weeks and was with her brother who lives locally..... What a small world.
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When students Angela and I were on holiday in Greece. She was sunbathing topless on the beach when a shadow fell over her. She opened her eyes to see two male friends we had in Stirling. Surprise!
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When we were on a boat trip in Perth, Oz I got talking to a bloke who lived half a mile up the road from us in York. He was visiting his daughter who was on her gap year.
We also once went to Wet and Wild in Orlando and bumped into a family from round the corner who's kids went to school with mine.
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Forgot this one... When we where looking for a property, in Calis. The Estate Agent took us around a number of properties. Eventually, we went to the Villa we would buy. We looked around the Villa and when we were leaving, saw a young English couple in the next garden. So we went to speak to them. The coincidence was they were, like me from Liverpool. The guy told me his parents owned the Villa. I asked which part of Liverpool his parents lived in.. It was Maghull where I used to live. I said that was such a coincidence then I asked which road, it was just a stones throw from the road I had lived in. I told them the road where used live Moorhey Road and the guy told me, that was the road his Mother was born in.... So we bought the Villa and now our good neighbours come from exactly the same place as me in Liverpool. :o :D
Now you could not make that up... ;)
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Way back in 2001 when I was repping in Kuşadasi, I held my welcome meeting as normal.. then when taking bookings for excursions after the meeting, a woman came over to pay for her tickets and after talking about where she was from... turned out she lived across the road from my Dad! But the man she was on holiday with wasn't her husband!! Awkward :)
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Had friends over staying with us. Took them to Hisaronu to let them see it one night and my friend met his cousin who he had not seen for 25 years.
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The other year our Turkish neighbour took us to a restaurant in Hisaronu which was our first ever trip up there. Later that night Maggie pointed a guy out and asked if it was my mates brother. Turns out he and his wife were staying at the same hotel.
Last year we went for our very first meal at Mosaik Bahce and who should walk in? The same guy and his wife!
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When we first came to Turkey we went to Nickalos beach in Olu, sat at the table having lunch when I heard a familiar brummy accent. Looked over and a manager from one of distribution centres was sat in the bar. Id only met him once but spoken to him loads on the phone, probably would have walked past him if he hadn't have opened his mouth.
Went to Hisoranu and was looking in Bling when a guy stood next to me spoke to a woman next to him. I looked up and there was a teacher from the school I was working in and amazingly he was there with another teacher which also worked at the school. Busted!
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Met my husband in a night club in London. Discovered he lived about 200 yards away from me and his Dad and my Granddad were good mates when working in the docks.
Then discovered my great uncle was married to his second cousin.
Yep.....we can all play a mean banjo!!!
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Years ago I went to Brisbane Australia with my very good friends, imagine my surprise when I returned to find my ex had asked our kids what I was doing in Australia! Some pal of his had seen us, hmm. . strange he didn't make himself known to us. . . .
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met my hairdresser (from Wiltshire) on Fethiye market last year
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The apartment across the landing from me was sold a number of years ago to a couple who knew my Aunt & Uncle quite well.
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Ah, I've got one.
My father-in-law lost touch with someone he did his apprenticeship with, even though they lived relatively close in Northern Ireland. He next saw him over 40 years later - at Niagra Falls :)
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Damn you Scunner, the subject title 'It's a small world' has created an ear worm of that dreadful Disney theme park children's ride tune of the same name.... and for those of you who don't know it be glad, but for those of you who do please feel free to join in my earworm:-
it's a world of laughter, a world or tears
its a world of hopes, its a world of fear
theres so much that we share
that its time we're aware
its a small world after all
CHORUS:
its a small world after all
its a small world after all
its a small world after all
its a small, small world
There is just one moon and one golden sun
And a smile means friendship to everyone.
Though the mountains divide
And the oceans are wide
It's a small small world
Going mad yet???? :o :o :o
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On our first ever visit to Calis we were walking down BMB to the front when a tall gentlemen standing outside the Post Office stopped us and the following conversation ensued
The tall gadgie: “Good evening - you’re English, yes ?”
Us: (trying to remain calm) – “No ! We’re Scottish.”
The tall gadgie: “Oh really, whereabouts in Scotland ?.”
Us: (still walking and not particularly bothered about continuing the conversation) – “Dingwall, just North of Inverness.”
The tall gadgie: “Oh !, beside Conon Bridge you mean.”
Conon Bridge is 3 miles down the road from Dingwall. :o
The tall gentleman was Maurice whose brother Alif had Letoon at the time and the rest, as they say, is history.
(http://s16.postimg.org/orolmn7w1/maurice.jpg) (http://postimg.org/image/orolmn7w1/)
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I originally posted this in March 2004 in the Turkish Tales section.
The Itinerant Carpet Seller
There was a chap who used to sit on the front in Calis, around about in the middle of the prom. He would sit there all day trying to sell carpets in a lack-lustre sort of a way - just quietly muttering "Kilim. Kilim" once in a while. He seemed to be asleep most of the time. Late one night, around 2.00 am he was still sitting there. We stopped to have a chat with him. He claimed he was waiting for Doris, his favourite turtle, to come ashore. He was definitely a bit odd.
"Where you from?" says he.
"Bristol" says I.
"Where Bristol?" he responds.
I begin to explain that Bristol is on the west side of England just before you get to Wales, but he waves all this aside with impatience.
"No, no. Where Bristol?".
"You mean where in Bristol do we live?" I said wondering why on earth he would want to know this, what possible meaning it could have to him.
"We live in Fishponds".
"Aaahh! Fishponds!" he shouted as if I mentioned some fabled land. And then "Riva Club!".
We were gobsmacked. The Riva Club (as it was then called) is in the centre of Fishponds - our very minor Bristol suburb - about 500 metres from where we live (and opposite my local).
"You know Fishponds?"
"Yes. I go Fishponds Riva Club. I play bingo. I get numbers. I shout "Bingo!". They say I have not enough numbers. I play more. I get more numbers. I shout "Bingo! Bingo!". They say I have wrong numbers. I play more. I shout "Bingo! Bingo! Bingo!". They throw me out.
I thought we had enough crackpot characters in Fishponds. It is this which makes the area notorious within Bristol. Something to do with the fact that Fishponds has been home to mental hospitals since Napoleonic soldiers were released from the prison and it was converted into an asylum. But, it appears, we always have room to import additional characters from Calis. Small world.
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Brilliant ;D
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We were in San Francisco a couple of years ago, staying a very nice ranch style hotel, we got on the tour bus that was to take us around the city centre and on jumps a woman and child and we immediately got talking being the friendly type :)
Turns out they were friends of Keith and Steph!!!!
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On a Dolmus journey from Fethiye to Olu Deniz,around 6 years ago we got into a conversation with another Scottish couple and,eventually,found out that the man was my sister in law's postman. Lanarkshire is a very close community and by the time we reached Olu Deniz we were almost related by blood.
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I was trying to arrange a meet-up with my mate who I hadn't seen for a while. He said he couldn't meet the next week or two since he was off on holiday to Sri Lanka. The second evening he was there he saw a chap along the hotel corridor struggling to open the door to his room, the next one to his, and went to help. The chap in trouble was my brother. Sri Lanka is a small place.
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Damn you Scunner, the subject title 'It's a small world' has created an ear worm of that dreadful Disney theme park children's ride tune of the same name.... and for those of you who don't know it be glad, but for those of you who do please feel free to join in my earworm:-
it's a world of laughter, a world or tears
its a world of hopes, its a world of fear
theres so much that we share
that its time we're aware
its a small world after all
CHORUS:
its a small world after all
its a small world after all
its a small world after all
its a small, small world
There is just one moon and one golden sun
And a smile means friendship to everyone.
Though the mountains divide
And the oceans are wide
It's a small small world
Going mad yet???? :o :o :o
We have a home movie video of our trip to Disney entitled - it's a small world !
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On my very first visit to Calis in 96 i was staying at the Aries Hotel, a little confused as to where the room was we were pointed in the right direction by a young lad. The next morning in the breakfast queue a woman called out my name, it turned out to be my brother in laws sister who i hadn't seen for over 10 years, the young lad who pointed us in the right direction to the room was her son.
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Do you have any "small World" stories?
I think I have but I can't think of any at the mo :D
Ah, it only took me 8 months to remember it :D
On our first return to the UK after moving to Turkey, we were on the airport bus after dropping back the hire car at Stansted. I heard a voice behind me that sounded like "Mr. Campbell..." - of course I live abroad and I am not the only Mr. Campbell in the World so I decided it was not about me. Then, "Keith?"...
Deciding it was more likely to be directed at me I turned round and there was an ex-colleague of mine from maybe 8 years earlier, vaguely amusingly called Andy Williams. He used to look after the Midlands and I used to look after London and the South East when we worked together so we met up often, but not for the last 8 years at all.
Imagine meeting on an airport bus - but I informed him that it was an even more unlikely chance meet as we didn't live in the UK anymore. He agreed, and said it was even more unlikely than that as he left the UK too and was heading home to Norway.
I wonder what odds Betfred would have offered on our paths ever crossing again...