Wednesday, January 30, 2013
Kervansaray Night Club
Among the pictures in the box, I stumbled across this photo of my great uncle sitting in a nightclub in Turkey with a belly dancer. Noted on the back of the picture my uncle had written that they preferred to be called exotic dancers instead of belly dancers. I'm not sure whom he wrote that message for. Although my uncle was married for a brief period of time before becoming a widower, this picture just seems so out of character for him. He seems like a regular man. It makes me smile.
This picture brought back a lot of memories of my uncle that I had forgotten. I remember him taking several trips overseas over the years and telling us of some of the places he had been too. Unfortunately at the time I was in my youth and didn't care about such things. Now I see pictures of belly dancers in Turkey and camels in Egypt and I wish he were here still for me to listen to his stories again.
I think most of the trips he went on were total package trips through his church. My uncle had absolutely no common sense (at least in the part of his life that I knew him) and wouldn't have been able of planning and going on a trip to a foreign country. He also spent his meager pensions on his hoarding so didn't have a lot of money. I'm sure with his church group, probably seen around him in the photo, they lovingly kept him on a leash, guided him around and made sure he stuck to a strict budget.