Last night we went to a Turkish Restuarant that was your typical tourist event, with local dancing and food and it was packed out with all the tourists previously mention. It involved dancers wearing national costume and heavily drummed music. It also involved all you can drink.....
Knowing I was potentially going up in the hot air ballon, I was pretty restrained, but some of our group lashed into it. It seemed that Raki was the drink used to stitch people up and I am yet to try it. I'm sticking to red wine as it doesn't taste like vinegar like it did in Egypt.
Part of the show involved the traditional dancing finishing and everyone leaping up and dancing to this sort of techno funk mixed with Muslim call to prayer. We hoped up and had a wiggle, trying to resemble the local dance, which involved holding your arms up in the air and thrusting one hip forward and sort of round. Everyone changed partners and danced sort of singularly. Then at one point, a Congo line formed and it went round the room a few time, then out the doors, up a hallway, outside and round and round a huge cauldron with a massive fire in it. All this while the techno funk call to prayer howled out of huge speakers. Now I know it could have been the wine, but it was downright weird! It reminded me of some heathen ritual and shortly someone was to be sacrificed!
It all sort of ended with everyone clapping as the circle round the fire became too tight. So everyone poured back into the restaurant to go back to their drinks. Weird.
Shortly after the belly dancer arrived and gyrated her way round the room. She came down from the roof in a cage (very stripper-esq) and proceeded to perform a rather amazing performance with muscle groups on her stomach finely isolated so only that bit moved. It was actually rather more provocative then I had thought belly dancing was, but maybe it was her second job? She then proceeded to get men up to have a go at doing it, which was quite funny to a point, then this creepy creepo Australian got up and I wonder if the lights made him forget heaps of people were watching, including his wife! It was bad and the belly dancer only just managed to maneuver away from him and his lascivious actions.
The night ended with a sudden lights on, bottles cleared the end kind of clang, which was almost as weird as the Congo around the fire!
Funniest thing was the hall on the way out contained shelves with plastic plates with individual images of people who had attended the night, for sale of course! Ian and I walked past, only to be given our plate by one of our buddies who had bought it for us. Bad photo, bad, bad, bad, on a plastic plate. When you visit, it will be in pride of place at our house.....
Knowing I was potentially going up in the hot air ballon, I was pretty restrained, but some of our group lashed into it. It seemed that Raki was the drink used to stitch people up and I am yet to try it. I'm sticking to red wine as it doesn't taste like vinegar like it did in Egypt.
Part of the show involved the traditional dancing finishing and everyone leaping up and dancing to this sort of techno funk mixed with Muslim call to prayer. We hoped up and had a wiggle, trying to resemble the local dance, which involved holding your arms up in the air and thrusting one hip forward and sort of round. Everyone changed partners and danced sort of singularly. Then at one point, a Congo line formed and it went round the room a few time, then out the doors, up a hallway, outside and round and round a huge cauldron with a massive fire in it. All this while the techno funk call to prayer howled out of huge speakers. Now I know it could have been the wine, but it was downright weird! It reminded me of some heathen ritual and shortly someone was to be sacrificed!
It all sort of ended with everyone clapping as the circle round the fire became too tight. So everyone poured back into the restaurant to go back to their drinks. Weird.
Shortly after the belly dancer arrived and gyrated her way round the room. She came down from the roof in a cage (very stripper-esq) and proceeded to perform a rather amazing performance with muscle groups on her stomach finely isolated so only that bit moved. It was actually rather more provocative then I had thought belly dancing was, but maybe it was her second job? She then proceeded to get men up to have a go at doing it, which was quite funny to a point, then this creepy creepo Australian got up and I wonder if the lights made him forget heaps of people were watching, including his wife! It was bad and the belly dancer only just managed to maneuver away from him and his lascivious actions.
The night ended with a sudden lights on, bottles cleared the end kind of clang, which was almost as weird as the Congo around the fire!
Funniest thing was the hall on the way out contained shelves with plastic plates with individual images of people who had attended the night, for sale of course! Ian and I walked past, only to be given our plate by one of our buddies who had bought it for us. Bad photo, bad, bad, bad, on a plastic plate. When you visit, it will be in pride of place at our house.....
Can't wait to see the plastic plate, knowing how much you love to have your photo taken. What could be better? :)
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