- Destination Updates
- Testing the Compression Straps
- Auspicious Beginnings
- Even Old New York was Once New Amsterdam
- Accidentally in Asia
- European Capital of Culture
- Father of the Turks
- Morning in Cappadocia
- Ask an Imam
- Cleaning Up
- The Cast
- The Long Goodbye
- Our Fearless Leader
- Survivor: Istanbul Finalists
- Asia Minor Gallery
- Istanbul Notes
- Ankara Notes
- Cappadocia Notes
- Antalya Notes
- Konya Notes
- Ephesus Notes
It would be irresponsible to not mention and give credit to our fearless leader, A, who helped to make this little adventure a success. She demonstrated exceptional qualities that both enhanced the education of travel and the collective bonding of our group.
When she inherited our group, we collectively spoke about 10 words in Turkish. Sadly, about seven of these ten were mangled derivations of “Hello” (“merhaba“) so we were not going to get too far without her. While we all could locate Turkey on a map and had some vague understanding of Anatolian history, we were not going to merge these thoughts into a cogent understanding of the country without some serious interpretive work.
Although tired – having completed with another group that morning – and at the tail end of a cold, she mustered the energy to organize our group of merry misfits and build a good foundation for the rest of the trip. She had the right stuff. She communicated well; setting the expectations for the group. She was knowledgeable; able to field a great majority of questions coming from many different perspectives. She also gave us enough tools to not be completely dependent upon her; in particular, the language lessons. Citizens of any nation are going to respond more favorably to you if you speak their language – even a few words. Giving us some basic communication and language tips helped the people we met on the streets react more positively towards us, which left us with a warmer impression of the people and the country.
The group was also full with independent travelers, neither familiar with guided tours nor comfortable with the thought of being on a traditional guided tour, i.e. on the bus, off the bus, every meal included, 24/7 monitoring by guide, disengage brain. A constructively channeled these independent tendencies, giving us an orientation to explore on our own and, as a result, allowing her more time to herself without us underfoot. We probably liked the group more because each individual could – and did – go off independently to see and do the things he/she wanted to experience on their own.
No one was made to feel that their question was stupid. Frustration about and abuse from other guides was not reflected back at us – even when other tour leaders made belittling comments for the benefit of their herd. She did all this with intelligence, a sense of humor, and – most important of all – grace.
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