Cricket. I remember watching my father playing cricket with the English community in Istanbul in the 50s. There were more English than Americans and they all went out to a cricket club every month and played cricket two months then softball the third month. Dad got to be the relief hurler. We kids ran around in the pine trees eating pine nuts at the appropriate time of year and digging spent bullets out of the embankment any time. The place had been an old army shooting range. I have the bat he was presented with when he got orders for home.It has the names of the whole crew on it.
Fine story, Yeh, I once met a Turkish girl on a train, very nice. Thanks for sharing that with us.