Cappadocia, May 6th
For our last night in Cappadocia we were entertained by a local dance group. I say entertained as a loose term. A troupe of male dancers came on and did their best to entertain a group of seriously exhausted travellers. We had been warned by the tour guide that the night was for the dancing, not the food. She was right.
One of the male dancers was a star, or at least he thought he was a star. He was ok really, as were they all, I’m just being critical. I shouldn’t criticise because I can’t dance to save my life. Anyway, he was a standout and not for his dance skill. He was very tall, blonde and he had a man-bun (a pet peeve of mine). He was very fond of doing a shimmy even when no-one else was doing one so obviously the shimmy was not actually part of the dance routine. The men went through 2 costume changes until finally Man-Bun was able to show his true skill. He came on with a red shirt, black pants, long black boots and he was wearing a white pork pie hat. As it wouldn’t fit over his man-bun he had it perched forward over his eyes. I’m telling you, he looked just like the Construction man from the Village People. Same dance moves and everything.
He just loved the crowd and did a LOT of shimmying to raucous applause.
Next to come on was a female whirling dervish (and here was I thinking whirling dervishes were only men). She had created her own choreography and, I have to say, there was a lot of whirling but not much dervish.
The last act was a belly dancer. As my old dad used to say, it must be jelly ‘cause jam don’t shake like that.
He was right.
I had to take a photo although it didn’t turn out too well. I wanted to get the belly dancer looking her best and she was very keen to show off her performance assets.
Next, Istanbul
See ya
C
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