We passed beautiful waterfalls on unknown country roads before arriving at a small village.
The local teahouses were filled with old men assessing the foreigners who had so abruptly arrived in their village.
However, I was more interested in the roof of one of the houses. The guide told me the father of the house had put it there.
It was a sign that his daughter was ready for marriage.
Growing up in the UK, the dating scene was not an ordeal.
We no longer needed the approval of our dads and the days of being chaperoned while on a date were firmly rooted in the history books.
The ladette era of the 90’s prompted females to demand independence and if they wanted to have a one night stand and walk away in the morning, they were going to do it, whether their public reputation was tarnished or not.
Therefore, when I moved to Turkey, I was in for a shock, especially when it came to the dating scene.
Looking back, I realize my naivety was shining like a lighthouse beacon.
I was 25 years old, single, very naïve and had not considered researching cultural differences that I was likely to encounter.
The first signs of a difference in courting rituals between my home country of the UK and Turkey were evident on my first holiday.
We had signed up for a rough and tumble Jeep safari around the mountains of Marmaris.