Turkey ; An apple a day
Before you plan to ignore this blog based on the title, let me tell you it has nothing to do with me lecturing you on how an apple a day keeps the doctor away or anyone if aimed for the head.
Cappadocia, famous for its peculiar topography including the naturally sculptured fairy chimneys and cave hotels, is a significant part of Turkey’s tourism industry. While it enjoys its fair share of attention from locals and tourists, it is relatively challenging to explore the city on your own. Therefore the best way to go about it is taking private or group tours.
Turkey takes great pride in its marble handicrafts and on our second day in Cappadocia, we signed up for the famous green tour to explore the southern part of the city, which also includes a visit to a marble factory in the end.
I will skip all the details of our little field trip for some other time (you can stop yawning now. Thank you very much) to the part where we were greeted by a gentleman. Before he walked us through the procedure of marble polishing and sculpturing, he asked us where everyone (in the group) was from. Upon knowing that my husband and I are from Pakistan, I noticed an apparent change in the over powering attitude of this slightly self-conceited young man. Next thing we know, he excitedly turns to the rest of the group and enlightens them about how Pakistan is actually a bigger exporter than Turkey and much more established in this area.
My hallucinations on the other hand kicked in and I could suddenly hear our national anthem playing in the background. The feeling of national pride hit me hard and I almost stretched out my arm to give the ecstatic little man an “ashirvaad” from the guru.
The feeling of acknowledgment in a foreign land where you are either confused with Indians or terrorists was incredible and for the first time in years I realized what “No job is little” meant. How we owe a huge chunk of our identity to every craftsman, teacher, mentor, skilled and unskilled laborer in our country and how we must take pride in it.
I wanted to hold on to the sentimental value of the moment and yes this is exactly where these two white marble beauties came in.
So did I give in to my emotions and buy these from the factory. Nah-ahh because Souvenir shopping hack no 5123: Only buy souvenirs from factories if you are too fussy about their authenticity. They might be a tad bit better when it comes to quality but you will certainly have to pay the price.
That very same day I bought these from a small souvenir shop located in the city center in Cappadocia. I paid 5 liras for the Mama apple and 3 for the baby apple. They only had two sizes available so yeah we don’t really know anything about the father sadly.
Sitting on my entrance mantel piece, this duo takes me back in time and cheers me up every time I look at them.