I’m sure all of you had lots of fun reading Laura’s last post. Did anyone else find it slightly one sided? Maybe? A little? Well, even if you didn’t, this is a two-person blog. So here you are, my rebuttal in defense to her last post.
I think it’s unfair that Laura glossed over her alluring powers in the last post. Laura gets LOTS of male attention. The only difference is that they all tend to be, well, let’s just say over the age of 60. Am I jealous? Maybe slightly. Because, really, I think it’d be quite nice to have this seductive power over men on that end of the age spectrum.
The point is that the old men are the ones who know the shops and products best and are in charge of giving the discounts. And this has proven to pay off during our travels. Not only do they offer us loads of free hot tea and coffee like their younger shop-guy counterparts, but the more venerated shop owners also give us food: an added bonus for us adventurous travelers who anxiously await to try local treats (as long as it doesn’t involve caviar and pancakes.)
So in my rebuttal post, I will gladly describe the winning men who fell at Laura’s feet (and thankfully didn’t break any hips):
1. Mr. Hot and Spicy
On one of our afternoons in Turkey, we were recommended a place for lunch that not only had an excellent view of the Blue Mosque, but had a waiter who thought Laura was quite the spicy lover. Hot, spicy food lover that is.
We were sitting on the terrace of the restaurant enjoying ourselves and the view when we asked the waiter to take some photos of us in front of the Blue Mosque. He did, and then we sat down to place our orders which (of course) consisted of kebabs, water, and Coke. Our usual lunchtime beer had to take a leave of absence, as we were in mosque territory. As we ordered, we noticed some of the items on the menu had SPICY written by them. So we asked the waiter for a recommendation.
The waiter asked us if we liked spicy food. I said my immediate NO and Laura answered with a slightly hesitant well, yeah. Haha what a fool she was!
The waiter pointed out some food, we ordered, and continued our lunch. But not two minutes later the waiter came back with a plate of tiny, tiny hot peppers. Just for Laura!
Laura gave me the oh no face that I have come to both find hilarious and slightly worrisome, and waited for the waiter to go back downstairs. She poked at the peppers a little, shrugged, and popped the black one into her mouth.
She blinked. Made a face, and immediately started pouring sweat while gesturing wildly around for more water. Ok well maybe that’s a slight exaggeration. But she was unhappy and the look on her face was scaring me! She might be a master of clever deception, but even I noticed when she starated to spoon every bit of yoghurt on the table into her mouth inbetween large bites of bread while downing an entire litre of water.
But oh, my friend is a crafty one. She made sure the waiter wasn’t looking and in a quick attempt to escape any more hot-death-in-the-mouth-ness, she popped the ends off of the rest of the peppers and hid the them in a handy napkin to fool the waiter into thinking she had eaten them.
The waiter came by and, delighted that she had finished the peppers so quickly disappeared once more… only to return with more peppers. He then insisted that he take a picture of her eating one.
I would also like to point out that this old man barely even registered my existence as I gave my order, let alone acknowledged anything else I said later on. I’m not sure he even heard me except that he knew I was getting the same food as precious, pepper-popping Laura.
Maybe we should have learned our lesson here. Don’t finish all the food they bring… They will only bring you more. (See: The Candy Man)
2. Shoe Man
We will now move on to Bosnia. Another location where Laura won the (possibly artificial) hearts of adorable, older men.
We were walking down the market streets of Sarajevo when we spotted these awesome genie shoes that would go perfectly with our awesome genie pants in one of the store windows. We walked in, pointed to the styles we liked, and began to try them on.
The man pulled out a chair for Laura to use and then pointed at some dilapidated old stool in the back for me to get. He then routinely asked our names and the basic questions. But this time there were slight variations in the basic questions. You see, he asked every question to Laura. In fact, it wasn’t until later that he looked over to me and possibly thought, oops, is she with beautiful Laura? Maybe I should also ask her name?
After I had introduced myself for the third time, I began to catch onto the situation. And, much in the same way that Laura had forced me to pose with many of the shop guys in Istanbul, I took my camera out to record the parade of old men who threw themselves at her feet. All the time I was laughing tremendously. We have such a healthy friendship.
So we bought our genie shoes (and they are awesome! Siblings, you can’t wait for your amazing sisters to come home and wow you with terrible fashion from around the world!). After that, we were off to meet with a couple of girls from California who we had met on the bus ride in, but Laura promised the Shoe Man that we would be back for tea, after he offered it to us about twenty times.
True to our word, we went back that evening. However, not only did we have tea: the old man slowly walked across the street and bought us special bread (that was actually very good). We ate some, tried to make some conversation, laughed at the fact we totally couldn’t understand anything anyone was saying, and I watched in awe as the old man went back into the other room to continue bringing Laura books, DVDs, CDs, and maps all about his country.
I mean, I get a scarf draped around me a couple of times (and I didn’t even get to keep the scarf!), and she gets an entire multimedia collection. Really?
3. The Tin Man
The Tin Man was another old man in Sarajevo who owned a shop full of the beautiful antique (and sometimes modern) tin and copper coffee sets. We had been looking for a little souvenir to take home from Sarajevo, but hadn’t been finding much luck. Everything was the same junk we had seen over and over from city to city. But in Sarajevo, the tin coffee pots really stood out. So we wandered into one of the larger stores on the corner of the main square to browse the wares.
Immediately Laura pointed something out and the shop owner walked to her, asked ONLY her name, and began showing her all of the things that he and his late father had made. He handed her many of his most valuable items while walking her around his store while he showed her the pictures on the wall (of various celebrities visiting) and told her the stories of how his shop began. All while I, on the other hand, was abandoned in a dusty corner trying to pick out something for myself when really at this point I should have shoved a dozen things in my bag and made a run for it.
After some more browsing, the man told Laura she could have the special student discount when she ended up purchasing the item. But when I went to pay for my item–something very different and NOT an antique– it was somehow double the price of Laura’s. I looked between the tin man and my friend, hoping for some kind money-saving gesture. Yet, the merciless shop owner preferred that I remain nameless and so I handed over the money.
As we walked out he called after to Laura inviting her to come back for tea later, so he could show her more things in the shop. Despite the fact that I was the one who had purchased something (that was apparently) twice as expensive, his invitation was only addressed to Laura.
I mean, it’s a wonder that I even remember my name at this point.
4. Train Station Man
Laura has this thing that she does whenever we go to buy tickets. I go up to the window and ask the important questions while she stands behind me and gives a goofy wave and quick hello (complete with goofy stupid smile) to hopefully win over the attendant. It’s actually been quite effective in preventing jerky behavior at the ticket counters.
I call her a dork and she replies, no Betsy, it’s adorkable. Yes. I’ve spent six weeks with this. Send help soon.
Most of the time, her dorky behavior just gets us a nicer greeting and quick processing. But whenever an old man is working behind the counter, a spark ignites. They go above and beyond the call of ticket-processing duty. They look up our time tables, tell us where to sit and who to talk to, warn us about where to get off at which station… we’ve even had some escort us right to our platform.
Even when they don’t leave their ticket booths, they always remember us. And when we come back later in the day, crushed underneath our huge bags, they still have a smile and a wave for Laura. Once, after we almost missed our train due to the Candy Man’s stupid Candy Antics, the ticket man even waved and yelled “Go go go go go go!!!” as we sprinted (as best we could) toward our train. What a champ.
Maybe this has something to do with the fact that we’re two girls traveling alone in Eastern Europe. But I choose to believe it’s more to do with Laura, and her mystic control over the hearts of old men.
The take aways from traveling with a friend who brings in the old men:
1. While Laura is openly told that she will get the ‘student’ discount, I like to pretend that I am included in that offer as well. Or that I look too sophisticated to be a student.
2. Free food!
3. Invites back for more hot tea instead of sketchy dinner dates and disco clubs
4. The fact that I don’t have to pause like an idiot to remember that my name is really Elizabeth, a name most Eastern Europeans understand much easier. Instead of looking stupid, I don’t even get asked what my name is. Much simpler, really.
5. We are the perfect traveling companions. We win over everyone, young and old, and can prove the truth in our travel saying that we make friends wherever we go.
Being that Laura and I are already planning our future trips together, including those when we are ninety-year-old widows, you might wonder how our attraction levels will change with time. Will our roles reverse? Maybe we will eventually both attract men within our own age group! Gasp! Or even worse, we might hit that horrible point in old age woman-ness that stops us from captivating anyone.
I know that last option will never be true though. Who wouldn’t love two old women wearing genie pants, genie shoes, bosnian tunics, and spirit hoods? No one, in fact. Seriously, take a minute to imagine it. Even if we don’t garner adorable emotions from onlookers, at least we’ll have their sympathy as they conclude we’ve gone senile.
Keep bringing on the discounts!
Betsy