One of the characters we met during our travels in Turkey back in July, was Durali, who showed up riding his mule and wearing, take note, a Nike hat. At that time we were by Kartal Gölü, a high altitude lake on Sandras Mountain (more on that lake later).
Durali announced that he was a 73-year old shepherd. Then he proudly introduced his companion (in translation, of course):
"This is my taxi. It is a mule. It had a donkey for a father and an animal for a mother."
One of us questioned him:
"Animal? You mean a horse?"
But Durali was adamant in his nomenclature:
"It had a donkey for a father and an animal for a mother."
We left it at that.
Later, Durali started complaining that he was short on cash. My friend Zeki whispered to me: "He is hoping we will give him money." But when Durali didn't see our wallets appearing, he drastically lowered his expectations and the subject of his complaints became a lost pencil, which Zeki was kind enough to replace.
I hope I will be strong enough to ride mules after missing pencils on mountain tops when I am 73.