After a really long and sweaty day in the village I was so glad to climb into bed while the kids and hubby slept in the same room next to. In al honesty, sleeping was such hard work as the sound of the mosquitos swerving past your ear with its high pitched decil scream made me terribly anxious!!! You know the feeling I’m sure!
I had been so prepared for the little buggers too, I spent an absolute fortune on repellant and after bite stuff but none of it seemed to work 🤬 the plug in with a full bottle of repellent oil in it that was plugged into the old fashioned knackered plug socket didn’t seem to be repelling at all, the small tin of jungle brand that I sprayed around the room every night just didn’t get rid of them and well let’s just say there was supposed to be mosquito nets on the windows but they had been broken and were falling off. This left huge gaping holes at the top and sides of the screen inviting all the blood sucking little sh*ts into our room to have a feast on me and my family!
The only way to fight these things was to hunt them down and squash them! Yes squash them because they are crafty and if you just wack them, they fall to the floor stunned and they act dead for a few mins before regaining conciousness and hunting any bare flesh on show again!
So finally I’d climbed back into bed after an hour of mosquito splatting and trying to tuck the net curtains into anthing that was heaven and stood still to try and keep them out, it must have been about 1:30am!
I was playing on my phone and writing the blog about the village when I kept dropping my phone on my face as I was falling sleep every 2 mins. I decided to finally give in and out the phone down and try to sleep. I tossed and turned for what seamed like a life time before I felt my eyes starting to get really heavy. I actually remember I was starting to dream I was at a fair/carnival with lots of rides, stalls, clowns ect. I heard lots of music and drums.
Slowly but surely these drums were getting closer and closer and very slowly I woke up with the sound crashing in my ears!
I woke up and sat bolt up on my sofa bed wondering what the hell was going on and why was they a drum going off in my room? Was I dreaming still? Had I fallen into the curse of the jumanji game? Omg there’s a ghost? That’s the only logical explaination, I thought.
I ran over to my husband who was asleep on the floor at the other side of the ro (also in a handmade sheeps wool lump mattress but on the floor) I woke him up by slapping his arm at a fast pace!
He quickly shot up in his bed as well shouting, hey aşkim (my love) what’s up???????
Babe!!! I said. What’s the noise???????
He said oh that’s the drums for Ramadan. I have him a really stupid look and told him it was the middle of the night so I think he must be still dreaming with that explanation. He said no honestly it’s the drums.
Because this was Ramadan when we were in the village, it means everyone who follows islam follows a fasting called ramadan, il explain this in another blog. Basically it means they give up anything passing their lips in day light and only eat when it’s dark. They also shouldn’t swear or commit any sins during this this time and not perform any sexual acts within the Ramadan month (some of course break this) anyway it’s very I’m depth for me to explain so il do a blog on it for you later on)
people eat at 8:34pm at night because this is when darkness falls in our region of turkey. They listen out for the sound of the call to prayer from the mosque at this time and this is telling them to fill their boots and eat to their hearts content!!! They can eat and drink whatever they fancy (as long as it’s not pork or booze) then they have until 4:30am to kee earing as this is when the sun rises. Of course many people can’t just sit there binging all night and will need to get some sleep. So when they go to bed at night at 2:30am every morning there are people who walk the street banging a large drum, over and over in a certain Rytham. They do this to wake everyone up and warn them they must get up and eat because they only have 2 hours left before sunrise and then that means they can’t eat or drink until 8:30pm again that night. That’s 16 hours in the blazing 40* heat 😵 yes it’s hardcore!
I was absolutely amazed by what the hubby was telling me and honesty I felt like I’d gone back thousands of years to the times in London when someone would walk the street lighting the street lanterns or calling out for the BlackPlague Ect. Don’t get me wrong this was fascinating but so very eeary aswell. I loved it.
I sat and listened every single morning as they would start off very quietly then slowly get louder and louder until they were just outside of our bedroom window and it was honestly so loud, they could have been satnon the end of my bed banging the sodding thing. ( I would have to stand by the window though and close it for a few mins while they passed us or I would have had 2 very hyper children to deal with 😴😥.
I will try and upload the sound recording I got of them as they were slowly getting closer to us . Also thI pictures are credited to google as I couldn’t catch a pic of the drummer without looking like a weird stalker.
Keep checking back for the Ramadan blog.