Our overnight bus ride from Antalya to Cappadocia could only be described through Raymund’s experience. He recounted this to Brent via e-mail and the story is too good to leave off the blog.
From: Raymund M.
Date: Tue, May 1, 2012 at 5:14 PM
Subject: Re: court(ting) gestures
To: Brent F.
Background: Court jester is a local bar in Matawan, a couple of minutes from where we live.
On the bus ride from Antalya to Goreme, I was sitting at the back of the bus on the right side of the equivalent of “bitch” (the very last seat at the end of the aisle, right in the middle of a row of five seats).
Sitting “bitch” was an old Turkish delight that had no sense of displacement as he more than crossed the shared line of demarkation. What wasn’t displaced was easily engulfed for his arm was jigglier than jabba or puff. About halfway through the 9 hour ride, he hops off and the other dude (left of bitch) and I both uncoil into the now vacant space.
He (un)knowingly copies my exact pose and posture as if he was trying to send me some subliminal fistikli.
That’s when court(ting) gestures was coined.
Sunrises soon followed.
What a welcome to Cappadocia.