On our first day in Iznik last Friday, we were advised to check out the local oil wrestling match just a few hundred metres from our motel. Since I have never seen oil wrestling in Turkey -- I know! Shame on me! -- I hauled Jeff over to what looked like someone's backyard to see a bunch of hot, sweaty men covered in oil attempt to wrestle in the hot afternoon sun.
It was not a pretty sight.
See the guy on the right? Guess where his hand is going....
Yup, you guessed it...
The guy on the left doesn't seem to be working too hard, does he?
We got to the match pretty late in the day and I think it was nearing the end. All these guys lined up are awaiting to hear the results of the day's matches. They don't look particulary...err...well....fit, do they?
I shouldn't talk, really. Put me in a field in the middle of the afternoon in July and expect me to wrestle and I'd last 3 minutes before I fainted from sunstroke.
It just makes me want to go to Edirne all the more.
