I went to Turkey in both 1979 and 1980, for about 3 weeks each time and just loved the place, the people, the music and the food. Though natural yoghurt, made from what tasted like goats milk, poured over my lovely Doner Kebab was a bit more adventurous than my Irish palate was designed to accept at the time. I could have cried as I was starving! It was the holy month of Ramadan and we tried to observe the same eating restrictions as the locals, which meant eating only after sunset. I hadn't factored in the yoghurt.
My 2nd visit to Turkey was spent entirely in Cappadocia in central Turkey, where I spent all my time rambling about with my friends Mick, and Jackie. We met the nicest of people there who made us welcome and at home. Some Turkish Sas players who we met in the caves, for which Cappadocia is reknown, brought us home and fed us. We had an English / Turkish translation book and we passed it around the family - surprisingly we all managed to communicate. What beautiful people.
Location: Cappadocia, Turkey, 1980
Photographer: Colm Keating