|We are used to having this alley to ourselves in the morning|
Thursday, 25 April 2013
National Holidays are always busy in Bodrum and unfailingly accompanied by much flag waving, horn blowing and drum bashing. At the end of our morning walk on Tuesday, Jake and I met one stream of processing children on their way to the stadium to celebrate Children's Day and my usually good natured dog got quite hot under the collar over the noise. So we stood back and watched the kids march (girls) and amble (boys) by and followed up the rear as they all filed into the arena to be lightly broiled under the sun. I thanked my lucky stars that I am no longer obliged to follow them in and watch the painstakingly choreographed dances and listen to familiar poems delivered with determined juvenile fervour, and then deal with the aftermath; a hot, sticky, sunburnt child. One day, an enlightened educationalist will suggest adding hats to the costumes.
I'm sure the teachers were thankful that there wasn't a repeat performance of An inebriated "gentleman of the road" whole-heartedly joining in with the practice sessions.