Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32
In December of 1960 I was selected to serve an 18 month tour of duty in Turkey and to be stationed at Incirlik Air Base near Adana, Turkey where a fleet of our U-2 spy airplanes were based. You may or may not have heard of the incident when the USSR shot down one of these spy aircraft piloted by Gary Francis Powers a few months before I arrived at Incirlik. I’ve always enjoyed fishing for both the sport of it and to put food on my plate. During our off-duty time at Incirlik we were allowed to check vehicles out of the base motor pool. A few fellow fishing enthusiasts and I did that a couple of times to go fishing in an area known as the “blue hole” east-northeast of Adana in a mountainous region. To get there was a long and tedious trip which didn’t leave us much time for camping out and fishing before we had to start our return drive back to Incirlik. But while there we observed Turks fishing “their way” by lighting sticks of dynamite and throwing them in the water and then retrieving the stunned fish that floated on the surface. We gave the Turks some of our fishing hooks when we left to return to Incirlik, which they admired because they had nothing like them. Later we obtained a topographical map of Turkey and saw on it some streams which might contain fish that were closer to Incirlik…. slightly to the northwest of Incirlik…. and decided to explore that area and try fishing there. I was designated to be the cook for our excursion, to plan our menus, and to buy groceries for us to eat. On the scheduled day of our departure we checked out a 3/4 ton vehicle with a full tank of gas and several “Jerry cans” full of more gas and departed on our adventure into the unknown. A few hours later we arrived at our destination which turned out to be a small stream at the base of a very steep gorge between two mountains. No sooner did we arrive there, and before we even began to unpack and set up camp, than a heavy rain began falling and increased in it’s fury with every passing minute. We surveyed in our minds the situation we were in. The road we traveled to reach to bottom of this deep chasm was a dirt road. The stream was only a mobil porno small one when we got here, but it was rapidly rising and we thought we might be caught in a flash flood if we stayed there, so we decided to go back up the steep road we had come there on. Before we reached the top of the chasm we began slipping, sliding, and eventually bogged down before we reached to top of the mountain. As we sat there hoping the roadway didn’t wash away down the mountainside and us with it, we heard the sound of an engine and soon, behind us, a bus appeared around a bend in the road. The road was too narrow for the bus to get around our vehicle so it had to stop. Soon, around 6 Turkish men got off of the bus and began to push on the rear of our truck until they freed it from the muck and then they jumped into the bed of our truck until we got bogged down again. Every time we bogged down they pushed us free and jumped back aboard once we were moving. This process was repeated over and over until we reached the mountain top with level terrain ahead of us. We continued slowly down the road getting bogged down less frequently and those men would jump out and push us free again. Then we noticed that one by one the men jumped off and disappeared, likely going to their homes which we couldn’t see from the roadway, or to whatever their destination was. This portion of the roadway was wider and the bus had passed us and disappeared. Eventually, all of the men had jumped off and we got stuck again with no one to push us free. So there we sat as the torrential rain continued. It was decided that the other two airmen would try to walk ahead a few kilometers down the road to where we had passed though a small village on our way to our camping spot, and that I would stay with the truck in the event anyone should try to steal all of our gear since some Turks had gained the reputation of being thieves which we understood to be called “klefties” in their language. Soon after my companions had disappeared into the rain I heard a tapping sound on the window of the cab of the truck. I looked out to see a grizzled old man with a toothless grin alman porno looking at me. It’s difficult to even guess at the age of many people in this part of the world because they live such difficult hard lives and they often appear to be much older than they are. This man looked as if he were at least 65 or 70 years old and very poor judging from what clothing I could see that he was wearing. But I quickly learned that he was intelligent He must have correctly guessed that neither of us spoke the language of the other, so he began to communicate with me through gestures and facial expressions in a way that I think I understood nearly everything he was communicating. He pointed at me and then signaled for me to come to him. Then he pointed at me and then himself and turned to point over the crest of the hill indicating that he wanted me to go there with him. Then he formed an arch over his head with his arms as if to say there was shelter over the crest. The rain had suddenly diminished to just a drizzle, and as I peered beyond him I could see a trail of smoke rising skyward. Obviously, for a fire to be burning out there in that type of weather it had to be under some sort of shelter. He used both hands motioning again for me to come with him. I shook my head, “No”. He looked at me with a quizzical expression on his face while raising both arms from his elbows with the palms of his hands opened upward, obviously asking me why I wouldn’t go with him. I pointed behind me to the bed of the truck where all of our equipment, extra fuel, and the spare tire were. Then I opened the door window beside me about an inch or so and spoke the only word I thought I knew in his language, “klefty”. He scowled a bit as if he understood and was insulted, while shaking his head from side to side. He had a great vocabulary! Then the old man pointed to me and put up one hand with his palm facing me, to indicate that I should stay where I was. Then he turned and disappeared over the crest of the hill. Possibly a half hour or a bit more than that later he reappeared, walking up the hill followed by a half dozen or alexis texas porno more males, some old, and some young. I braced for the worst and hoped for the best. When the group got to the truck the old man came to my window and the rest of them stood slightly behind him. As I watched he went into what might be described as an elaborate game of charades. With gestures and facial expressions he conveyed to me that they would gather everything out of the truck bed and that I should go with them down the hillside to shelter. He ended his performance with an expression seeming to ask if I would go with them. It was nearly dark by then and turning colder by the minute. I quickly decided that I would be in no more danger by going than I would be by sitting alone in the cold, so I nodded “yes”. He spoke to those with him and they began to unload everything from the bed of the truck except for the spare tire which was bolted securely to one sidewall of the bed. I opened my door and stepped out of the truck and promptly slipped in the mud and fell flat onto my rear end. I got up and our procession began the short trek over the crest of the hill and down to the hovel the old man lived in which was no more than 75 yards from the road. When we arrived the old man directed the others to take all of our gear inside and then to leave, which they did. Then he ushered me inside his humble abode. There was only one room which may have been about 20 feet square with a ceiling barely 6 feet above the floor. A kerosene lantern and the light from a fire in the open fireplace on one side of the room provided the only illumination. There was not a single stick of furniture to be seen. Pillows and folded up bedding were stacked along the walls and amazingly there was a carpet that covered nearly the entire floor. On one pillow sat a young boy who appeared to be around 6 years of age, and squatted in front of the fireplace sat a larger person who appeared to be cooking something in what looked like a rather large tin can of some sort that they must have scavenged from somewhere. The old man picked up two large pillows and placed them at the edge of the carpet. Then he turned to me, looked at my mud-coated trousers, and motioned for me to take them off, which I thought rather odd momentarily until he pointed to the mud. I understood that I shouldn’t sit on a pillow and make it muddy, so I took my pants off.
Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32
