Sounds of San Francisco
We arrived in Dalyan, home of Caliante beach club 3 hours early. We hadn't eaten since our durums and beer so we headed in a direction we thought would lead us to food. About a half kilometer away we found a small sandwich place where there special was Kumuru and Çizburger. We soon found out that meant not cheese, but egg. I had the Kumuru which was salami, cheese, tomatoes, and an egg. Insanely delicious.
We sat outside the sandwich shop and bought some beers. One of the employees said we couldn't drink them there but said something 2 or 3 times afterwards. He then looked at us like we were slow and walked away. When we received our food, he brought it around the corner and then made a motion for us to come over there. We realized he had been telling us we could drink beer as long as we were out of sight, so we grabbed our goodie bag and sat in the "Botanik Bahce", botanical garden (which was nothing more than a few tables). Here we enjoyed our food and two rounds of beers, (5) and (6). One of the employees sat with us for a while asking all sorts of questions, and I was hardpressed to keep up with the conversation in Turkish; regardless, we managed to talk about where we were from, what we study, what we think of Turkey, our favorite music, and how to get home after the concert. We left there around 1000, grabbing two more rounds of beers on our way out.
We walked the .5 kilometer back to the entrance of the club drinking our beer (7) and talking about how crazy the trip had been so far. We sat on the fence of a nice house outside the club and worked on our second round (8). Aman had arrived earlier and was waiting outside the club wtih his cousins. Around 1115, we strolled up to the club entrance, of course looking ready to party. At the entrance were 4 bouncers, BSTs as Kelsey would say (Big Scary Turks), and they stopped us before we could get in:
Bouncer: Where are your girls?
Me: Girls? What are you talking about?
Saurabh: I'm drunk.
Bouncer: You need girls, Kizlar! Kizlar!
Me: Wtf, we don't have any, we came from Istanbul just for this concert, you have to let us in.
Bouncer: Sorry, you must have an equal number. You need girls.
Me: (Looking around) Dudes, where are we going to find girls? (I was drunkingly thinking we should go back to town and ask a few)
Saurabh: Man I came from India for this concert! Hindistan!! Hindistan!!!
Bouncer: Hindistan mi? Okay, okay, come through.
Saurabh worked his charm again screaming Hindistan as forcefully as he could. We paid our cover fee and made our way into the club. Caliante is a beach club, very high class. It was one of the better outside clubs I've seen in my day, so the cover was well worth it. The opening DJ was pretty good too, so we were feeling the night from beginning (whereever the beginning may have been). Global Deejays wasn't going on for another 2 hours, so we got some beers from the bar (9) and (10), and chilled out on the benches until we were kicked off for richer customers. That pissed us off, so we deemed it imperative to get more beer. Beers were too expensive at the bar so we decided to go back to town, get beers, and come back in time for Global Deejays. Our ideas kick ass.
We took our ticket stubs with us, made agreements with the bouncers, and headed out to make the .5 kilometer stretch to get more beer. We were pretty tipsy at this point, finding it a good idea to race up a hill at full speed. Me being a sore loser, I stole the show with my lightning dash. In the direction of the place we ate at, we found a shop just closing up that was willing to lend some poor souls some beers. Thirsty and content, we turned back, ready for another galant entrance into the club. We started on our beers (11) and stumbled back to the club, us all taking 2 stops to pee on the way. Since we still had another round when we arrived at the club, we sat outside in our same place working on number (12). By this time we were pretty drunk. There was a huge sign outside the club, and we spent about 15 minutes reading "Caliante" in as many ways as possible. At one point, one of us turned upside down to read it backwards.
As we were reentering the club, we felt pretty damn cool. I was picturing in my mind the slow motion scene in a movie where the 3 hotshots stroll into the club with techno blasting, us all stopping to take a look at all the hotties checking us out. In reality, we stumbled past the bouncers without evening showing our ticket stubs, wiped some beer off our shirts, spun around a few times, then made a dashing entrance onto the dance floor. We really made it just in time for Global Deejays to start, and from that reentrance, we danced for hours, agreeing to leave only after hearing "Sounds of San Francisco." That song finally rolled around at about 330, after which we climbed outside to grab a taxi back to Cesme.
17 lira later, we were back in Cesme in front of our hotel. Now, the smart thing would have been to go to sleep. It was 345 in the morning, we had an afternoon bus leaving from Izmir, nearly 2 hours away, and we had work at 8 AM Monday morning. Fortunately, we're 21 - 22 years old, so we look past all those obstacles. We find a club around the corner from our hotel with no cover fee. This place was whacko. It looked like a building out of Disney World, or something like Universal Studios. It had balconies, railings, fake windows and doors, all sorts of crazy shit. We got beers there (13) and took the only 3 pictures of the entire weekend. After about 30 minutes, we realized we were starving. We stumbled out of the club and found the first open restaurant we could. The waiter handed us menus, and we looked down at them like they were chinese. We legitimately had no idea what they said, haha, so the waiter just told us what we would get. And to top the night off, we ordered our final round of beers (14). Truth be told, none of us have any idea how we ate, or even who paid for the meal. Regardless, we found ourselves refreshed and awake in our tiny hotel beds at 11 AM the next morning, just in time to pack, take the bus to Izmir, get our bus to Istanbul, and arrive back home at the dorms at 3:00 AM.
This post is dedicated to David and Saurabh, two crazy bastards who entrusted their livelihoods to yours truly for 2 days of sheer madness.
All the best.
We sat outside the sandwich shop and bought some beers. One of the employees said we couldn't drink them there but said something 2 or 3 times afterwards. He then looked at us like we were slow and walked away. When we received our food, he brought it around the corner and then made a motion for us to come over there. We realized he had been telling us we could drink beer as long as we were out of sight, so we grabbed our goodie bag and sat in the "Botanik Bahce", botanical garden (which was nothing more than a few tables). Here we enjoyed our food and two rounds of beers, (5) and (6). One of the employees sat with us for a while asking all sorts of questions, and I was hardpressed to keep up with the conversation in Turkish; regardless, we managed to talk about where we were from, what we study, what we think of Turkey, our favorite music, and how to get home after the concert. We left there around 1000, grabbing two more rounds of beers on our way out.
We walked the .5 kilometer back to the entrance of the club drinking our beer (7) and talking about how crazy the trip had been so far. We sat on the fence of a nice house outside the club and worked on our second round (8). Aman had arrived earlier and was waiting outside the club wtih his cousins. Around 1115, we strolled up to the club entrance, of course looking ready to party. At the entrance were 4 bouncers, BSTs as Kelsey would say (Big Scary Turks), and they stopped us before we could get in:
Bouncer: Where are your girls?
Me: Girls? What are you talking about?
Saurabh: I'm drunk.
Bouncer: You need girls, Kizlar! Kizlar!
Me: Wtf, we don't have any, we came from Istanbul just for this concert, you have to let us in.
Bouncer: Sorry, you must have an equal number. You need girls.
Me: (Looking around) Dudes, where are we going to find girls? (I was drunkingly thinking we should go back to town and ask a few)
Saurabh: Man I came from India for this concert! Hindistan!! Hindistan!!!
Bouncer: Hindistan mi? Okay, okay, come through.
Saurabh worked his charm again screaming Hindistan as forcefully as he could. We paid our cover fee and made our way into the club. Caliante is a beach club, very high class. It was one of the better outside clubs I've seen in my day, so the cover was well worth it. The opening DJ was pretty good too, so we were feeling the night from beginning (whereever the beginning may have been). Global Deejays wasn't going on for another 2 hours, so we got some beers from the bar (9) and (10), and chilled out on the benches until we were kicked off for richer customers. That pissed us off, so we deemed it imperative to get more beer. Beers were too expensive at the bar so we decided to go back to town, get beers, and come back in time for Global Deejays. Our ideas kick ass.
We took our ticket stubs with us, made agreements with the bouncers, and headed out to make the .5 kilometer stretch to get more beer. We were pretty tipsy at this point, finding it a good idea to race up a hill at full speed. Me being a sore loser, I stole the show with my lightning dash. In the direction of the place we ate at, we found a shop just closing up that was willing to lend some poor souls some beers. Thirsty and content, we turned back, ready for another galant entrance into the club. We started on our beers (11) and stumbled back to the club, us all taking 2 stops to pee on the way. Since we still had another round when we arrived at the club, we sat outside in our same place working on number (12). By this time we were pretty drunk. There was a huge sign outside the club, and we spent about 15 minutes reading "Caliante" in as many ways as possible. At one point, one of us turned upside down to read it backwards.
As we were reentering the club, we felt pretty damn cool. I was picturing in my mind the slow motion scene in a movie where the 3 hotshots stroll into the club with techno blasting, us all stopping to take a look at all the hotties checking us out. In reality, we stumbled past the bouncers without evening showing our ticket stubs, wiped some beer off our shirts, spun around a few times, then made a dashing entrance onto the dance floor. We really made it just in time for Global Deejays to start, and from that reentrance, we danced for hours, agreeing to leave only after hearing "Sounds of San Francisco." That song finally rolled around at about 330, after which we climbed outside to grab a taxi back to Cesme.
17 lira later, we were back in Cesme in front of our hotel. Now, the smart thing would have been to go to sleep. It was 345 in the morning, we had an afternoon bus leaving from Izmir, nearly 2 hours away, and we had work at 8 AM Monday morning. Fortunately, we're 21 - 22 years old, so we look past all those obstacles. We find a club around the corner from our hotel with no cover fee. This place was whacko. It looked like a building out of Disney World, or something like Universal Studios. It had balconies, railings, fake windows and doors, all sorts of crazy shit. We got beers there (13) and took the only 3 pictures of the entire weekend. After about 30 minutes, we realized we were starving. We stumbled out of the club and found the first open restaurant we could. The waiter handed us menus, and we looked down at them like they were chinese. We legitimately had no idea what they said, haha, so the waiter just told us what we would get. And to top the night off, we ordered our final round of beers (14). Truth be told, none of us have any idea how we ate, or even who paid for the meal. Regardless, we found ourselves refreshed and awake in our tiny hotel beds at 11 AM the next morning, just in time to pack, take the bus to Izmir, get our bus to Istanbul, and arrive back home at the dorms at 3:00 AM.
This post is dedicated to David and Saurabh, two crazy bastards who entrusted their livelihoods to yours truly for 2 days of sheer madness.
All the best.
posted by amartin4 at 5:16 AM
1 Comments:
That is quite possibly the best trilogy I have read. I especially like that I was mentioned in it with my coined phrase BST, thank you very much :D Glad you survived, and SO sorry I missed that.
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