Rant No. 2 | The Cow on the Bus

Apparently, in certain parts of Istanbul, on public transport, there seems to be an unspoken rule that you are not allowed to talk on the bus. 

I am gobsmacked at what happened to us today. There we were, minding our own business, chatting away, on our way back to our apartment, after a lovely day of touring (watch this space for photos) when the cow infront of us turns around and mimes a ‘you are too chatty’ gesture with her hand. You know, the one where you mime like your hand is a mouth and snaps ‘yeter’ which is Turkish for enough.

She wanted us to stop talking. She said it so loud, the people surrounding us were staring at us. Honestly, when a drunk guy causes a scene on the bus back home, I don’t bat an eyelid so how dare she?

Why do people feel the need to dampen others’ spirits. One of my friends was distressed to the point of being scared. And I won’t lie. My heart was beating fast too. But mostly I was sad.

I am making an interesting observation though this week. When you don’t stay in touristy areas, much like us who chose to rent an apartment in an area quite far from anything remotely touristic, you see people for what they realy are. No one is being paid to go out of their way to please you, like hotel staff and locals sure as hell don’t get paid to be nice to you.

We saw some lovely people today. The lift operator who appreciated that we made an effort to speak to him in his mother tongue and the old lady who was grateful we relented a seat to her on the tram. Somehow though, the mind tends to get stuck thinking on the negative doesn’t it.

What would you have done? I really wanted to tell the old hag to shove it. We were not even being loud and four people cannot make enough noise in a large vehicle to give you a headache so you can stop tapping your temple cowbag.

Argh!

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8 comments

    1. You got that right. Or it’s that we were donnin’ hijabs, or speaking English, we studied all theories given we had ONE HOUR to kill on a bus… in silence πŸ˜‚

    1. Oh we did. Believe me. She was relentless though. Started telling the man next to her that we were annoying etc. I felt like tapping the hag on the shoulder and saying “Shhh, that thing you’re doing looks like talking to me & that’s not allowed here.” πŸ˜‚

  1. LOOL well being you I’m sure you took care of it.
    And I would rather not live in the touristy places but see the real part ya know? I’d rather stay and get to know the place as it is actually for some reason.
    Have fun tho πŸ™‚

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