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Through the taxi window, I saw the traffic getting slower and the activity along the streets getting livelier. It seemed that the address I had given the driver was the wrong way up a one-way street, a fact explained to me by a random guy on the street who had instructed the driver that the best thing to do was to make me walk. I handed over all the local currency I had, grabbed my bag, and headed off to find my hostel.
After a short walk he dropped me off and asked if I wanted to meet in half an hour for a cup of tea. I have learned that it is almost always a good idea to take a local up on a cup of tea. It shows a respect for the culture, plus you will likely get a few travel tips out of the deal. I agreed, and thirty minutes later I headed back down the hill to meet him. Crossing the street, we entered an open air restaurant, where he clearly knew everyone. We played the whole get to know you game, and while he was cute enough and nice enough, I was more interested in him in regards to a cultural aspect than as a love interest.
As it happened, tea turned into dinner and dinner turned into drinks. He was a fun guy who took me to local spots I could never have found on my own, or if I had, I would never have had the nerve to walk into solo. I was in between jobs and while we drank he tried to convince me to move to Turkey. Moving from one bar to the next he kept telling friends I was moving to the area to the business. After a few beers I started asking more logistics questions just to make conversation. How much is rent? After a few more beers, he moved on from asking if I wanted to work for him to asking if I wanted to marry him.
Still playing along, I asked what I got out of the deal. He told me that for a bride price, his family would pay two hundred camels and three hundred goats. In Botswana I was only worth eight cows, so this sounded like a good deal. Right until I thought about what my parents would do with all that livestock. Another reminder this would never work, no matter how many room temperature beers I drank. He kept saying I needed to know about business, but nothing more specific.
After a few drinks he might have wanted me to be his wife, but I was pretty sure initially he wanted me to come and work as a prostitute. When he came back I told him I was ready to head home. He tried to persuade me otherwise, but by this point I was done playing along.
He followed me and convinced me that he would take me back to my hostel. Following him meant walking towards other bars and restaurants, walking away from him meant heading down a dark alley, so I dropped my attitude and went with him. Once again he deposited me safely home. I thanked him for showing me around and providing me with an interesting evening. Letting myself in, I was happy to have had a memorable night out, and I chalked it up to another successful stop in this world of traveling. Have you dated Turkish men? us at [ protected] pinkpangea. Sienna Rose is a storyteller turned writer.
She gains perspective by traveling the world, creating cultural connections through sights and stories. Based in Seattle, she has a strong connection to Africa, having lived in Uganda and Botswana. View all posts by Sienna Rose Website. A sex worker does not need to know anything about business, someone managing or running a rug store on the other hand does!
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