09 | April | 2013 | MY Doramac

Merhaba

Turkish Night Part 2 Belly Dancer and Irina

The belly dancer performed and then chose folks to compete in a belly dancing contest. Our Irina took part and won the hearts of the audience.

Hollywood film star photo….

The lights were dimmed and the belly dancer appeared……

She was quite impressive…the wine bottle enjoyed the performance from their front row seat.

Victoria’s Secret

I actually can almost do this…..

After a bit, the fun started with the “audience participation.”

Irina’s turn and she was really pretty good!

Almost..

The next contestant was almost as cute!

He certainly had lots of fun and it was fun for those of us watching.

She actually did the same thing to Irina!

Not a prayer.

The third contestant…wasn’t as sparkly as Irina or a little cute old guy so she didn’t have a prayer in the applause-o-meter.

There was one final act that involved the all the cast and a huge Turkish flag and then it was time to go.

Even though it was only 5 minutes back to the hotel there was no way Randal was going to drive our bus. Our driver had the keys. But Randal had fun sitting there and surprising a few folks.

Merhaba,

Turkish Night was a little” hokey”, but everyone had fun and that’s the point. We ate, drank and made merry. No research needed. Men and women came out dressed in folk costumes from different areas of Turkey and performed dances and skits and then there was the belly dancer who deserves an entire email for herself along with Irina who was brave enough to take part in the act.

Definition of hokey: “Two glasses of wine and he gets unbearably hokey”; corny, sentimental…

http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/hokey

Two glasses of wine and who notice if it’s hokey or not!

The food at Turkish night was Okay…not the star of the show. There was plenty of cheap wine and Raki to insure everyone had a good time. I’d overdone the wine in Eḡirdir so kept mine to the minimum. I enjoyed sharing the good time with good friends; but my heart was back in Soḡanli.

PS Note our waiter opening the wine bottles at the end of the table…you will see the bottles in almost all of my photos. That was not the plan but I didn’t notice it until going through my photos afterwards. (Sort of like the Diet Coke can in my Florence, Italy photo.)

Folk costumes and wine bottle

Red costume and wine bottles

Blue costume, wine bottle cropped out: same red haired dancer from previous photos.

The next set of photos seemed to be the reenactment of a wedding complete with the groom being tidied up, some audience dancing with our pals involved, and then a competition for the bride. One of our group took on the role of the “foreign competitor.”