Images From The Village (Part I)

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Saturday 22 February, 2014 by Uncle Spike

What good are empty promises, eh? Last November I had a Wordless Wednesday post that depicted a town centre that attracted a comment from Niki Marie from the blog My People in History. In my reply I said sure, I’ll add a post with some shots from our village, or Town Centre in my world.

So here it is Niki Marie – it’s a 3 part series to make up for the 3 month delay 🙂

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When it rains here, it pours… with mountains all around us, the village has to be able to cope with all that water. During a storm, this just about does the job. Except for last winter when it was right across the road as well!

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With pine forests the order of the day, bee hives are a regular sight wherever there is a patch of space. Makes lovely honey though – get ours from the farm next door 🙂

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This was taken during rush hour.

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Traffic cones, traffic lights, contraflows… all of these are non-existent in rural turkey. If you are lucky a few rocks, bricks and a bit of rope, or even a small branch stuck in the hole is all you’ll get as ‘warning’. Makes driving in the dark fun 🙂

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Our village mosque.

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The final resting place – not for a while I hope.

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14 thoughts on “Images From The Village (Part I)

  1. […] from life in a rural Turkish village, these posts may also be of interest. I’ll call them Village 1, Village 2 and Village 3, for want of better link names 🙂 […]

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  2. NikiMarie says:

    Thank you for the post! And wow, those roads don’t look made for speedy driving, especially in the dark! They are very windy. I look forward to the next two installments 🙂

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  3. fredrieka says:

    Mom loves living out in the middle of nowhere and not to far from somewhere… We love fresh honey. Mom says we are blessed we have fresh eggs from our chickens. THey eat the grain we raise, also the farmer across the street supplies our beef and another farmer supplies our other meats. We know where our food comes from. still wish we had your fresh fruit.. I love fruit, all fruit

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  4. That looks like a big mosque for a small village?

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  5. great pics– interesting post !

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  6. panikikubik says:

    What made you g to Turkey ( If it wasn’t because you already met your wife)
    Wasn’t it difficult to leave your past behind?

    I wan’t to have on own place – in due time – not in the city. Outside at the countryside.I need the silence and stillness.
    But first I need to safe money and make a plan for what to live on that day. And the most important thing is where my boys live and how they are. I will never move so far so that I can’t easily reach them and they me, even when they grown up.

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  7. panikikubik says:

    Such great pictures and what a nice village. I feel the peace through the screen.
    My own wish is to one day live at the countryside,

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