by Ben Small
My wife and I have just completed a month-long trip driving through Turkey and Greece, a fun and educational trip not without its lessons, a few of which I'll share.
Turkey
Driving is a breeze in Turkey once one learns the rules of the road. And there's only one: Flash your lights before you steal the right of way. Anything else goes. Ignore traffic signals, pass on mountain curves and drive as fast as you want wherever you want. You don't even need lights at night.
Don't ask for bacon and eggs for breakfast in Turkey. While egg may be good for your hair and complexion, it won't improve your immediate facial appearance and your hair gets sticky.
Avoid Konya, Turkey. There are no bars.
The camel is not your friend. Try patting one on the head and you may lose some fingers. Don't kiss one either. They spit, and camel spit is not a delicacy.
Criticizing Turkeyism is a crime. If someone asks you how you like Turkey, say you love it, whether you do or not. In our case, this was not a lie.
Mohammad must have looked like an ape. You should see his tooth in the Topkapi Reliquary. Working on him would have made a dentist's year.
Burqas must be air conditioned. Conservative Muslim women wear them in insufferable heat.
The hot looking tall blondes in mini skirts and deeply cut tops in Istanbul are Russian hookers. They will bleed you dry and piss off your wife.
Everybody in Turkey is selling a rug. And I'm not talking hair pieces.
If anyone tells you a rug is made of silk and cotton or wool, they're a fraud. Silk cuts through other fibers like fishing line through a spider web.
Efes is one of the world's best beers. One needs lots of them to drive in Turkey.
Many toilets in Turkey are a hole in the floor. Toilet paper is optional.
Don't drink the water or you'll be quite used to holes in the floor and no toilet paper.
Rent as small a car as you can find. Turkey has no oil or gas. Gasoline costs about $14/gallon.
In most cases, Turkish women look better in a burqa than without. Just sayin'...
And Turkish men? Don't ask. There's a very good reason why many of them have bushy beards and mustaches. Without them, they'd look like coyotes.
Avoid drinking Raki, the Turkish national drink. It makes Turkish women look better and provides a never-ending headache, which is why Turkish women give it to their men. So they can get married.
Greece
Triple-parking on a two lane street in Athens is standard. So is falling asleep on the horn. New Yorkers will feel right at home.
Every car in Athens is dented. They come that way.
Any car larger than a SmartCar in Athens is insane. But then, so are Athenians.
Take what I said about driving in Turkey and multiply it by three for Athens. A solution to the Greek debt crisis would be to remove all traffic signals. Athenians don't follow them anyway.
Arrive at the Acropolis at its opening, 8 A.M. The hordes of Japanese tourists begin arriving at 9. They'd blot out the sun if they were taller.
Greek food is the same as Turkish, with the exception of adding pork to the diet. They just call it all by different names.
Don't wear a Turkey baseball cap in Greece. Again, egg does not look good on your face and hair.
Greeks hate everybody; it's not just Americans.
If a car comes at you on a one lane mountain road, drive over the side. It's better than a high-speed head-on collision.
A day at the beach can be painful. And it's not just the unrelenting sun. There's no sand, only rocks, big ones at that.
Don't look for Sparta in Sparta. It's in Mystras.
Greek camels aren't any more friendly than Turkish camels. But they can spit further.
Grecian hookers are Tunisian. That's why the Greeks love Tunisia.
Document each dent in your rental car before you drive it, even though doing so may take all day. You will add to them.
Greek women should wear burqas. In most cases, they'd look better, even if a burqa doesn't always cover a mustache.
Get a GPS. The Greek alphabet makes reading road signs impossible.
Don't be surprised if your GPS tells you to find a road when you're on one. Some of the GPS satellites must be on strike, too.
If the tour guide says a state-operated tourist site is open until 7 P.M., get there before 3. Government workers are pissed; they're closing tourist sites early so they can drain Greece's only source of income.
Don't fret about dining tables in the middle of streets. Yes, they are streets intended for cars; yes, there are people dining on them. It's Greece; anything goes. And don't feel bad about making these people move their tables, spilling their drinks all over the street. Ignore their curses, their gestures. They're Greeks; they hate everybody. Besides, the roads will dry.
Mythos is the best beer in Greece. And it wears well when Greeks throw them at you.
Avoid Ouzo. It does for Greek men what Raki does for Turkish men.
Greek men make Turkish men look good.
Note: This is in jest, so don't anyone think about cutting off my head. Besides, as my wife says, there's nothing inside it anyway.
