The driver, smiling at Sara as they approached said, ‘you feel better now. Your family rest here, they are our sons too.’
‘Thank you,’ said Sara as she slid into the car with Steele beside her.
As they made their way out of the park, Sara spoke.
‘Thank you Steele. This has been, well overwhelming…’
She trailed off. Words could not describe her journey.
He smiled and gently squeezed her hand.
She continued, ‘Gallipoli and the run, both long-held goals.’
Steele said, ‘This is good to hear,’ and smiling he continued,‘because it’s one down and one to go.’
He went on, ‘It’s important to chase and catch dreams, you know, it’s good for the soul.’
She smiled, placing her head on his shoulder and said, ‘Steele, how can someone so young, be so profound?’
He laughed and said, ‘It’s the diplomat in me.’
They drove the rest of the way in silence. Every so often Steele gently squeezed Sara’s hand.
They arrived back at the apartment at dusk and Ric greeted them.
Silently they gathered in the lounge room as Ric poured tea, asking about the day.
Unexpectedly Sara’s tears flowed.
Steele stepped in and said, ‘Ric, it’s emotional, particularly for Sara....’
He moved close, putting his arm around her.
Silently, Ric looked on. After a while he said, ‘I can see the experience has drawn you both closer.’
There was silence.
Abruptly, Ric exclaimed, ‘well it’s probably a good thing I didn’t go.’
He went on, ‘It looks like you two have managed quite well.’
Sara, alarmed replied, ‘Ric, what’s up? You chose not to join us.’
With that, he walked out of the room.
Sara followed as he made his way to his bedroom.
She called out, yet he kept walking. Opening the door to his room he went through shutting it behind him. However Sara pushed on it and walked in.
With his back to her, Sara stepped close to him.
‘Ric,’ she pleaded, ‘why are you behaving like this?
He turned and said, ‘Sara, what about..us, and now you and him.’
‘What are you talking about?’ said Sara.
‘We’re friends, just like you and me.’
‘Friends,’ replied Ric. ‘How can you say that’s all there is between us?
He sat on the bed with his head in his hands.
She quickly sat by his side, putting her arm around him.
‘Ric,’ she said, ‘you have Gayle..and family.’
There was silence. After a while he said, ‘I am a stupid fool.’
Sara, feeling inadequate at Ric’s reaction stayed quiet.
After a while he said, ‘what are we going to do?’
‘Nothing,’ replied Sara. ‘We have to continue on as normal. We both need to.’
‘Besides,’ she said, ‘Steele needs help. He’s committed people to the dates for the workout sessions.’
She continued, ‘It’s the least I can do.’
Wiping his eyes, he nodded.
Sara squeezed him and said, ‘Come on downstairs, Steele will be wondering what’s happened.’
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Thursday, 30 April 2015
Saturday, 25 April 2015
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It was dark as they began the 300kms+ journey to the Gallipoli National Park. Still sleepy, Sara could not believe how the strange encounter with Ric in the supermarket over six months ago had transpired into this fantastic journey now. She looked over at Steele sitting beside her and thought about the kindness of strangers.
Ric did not join them, deciding instead to use the day to catch up with old friends. Sara was disappointed. Fortunately, she found herself with an equally compatible companion in Steele.
They were heading directly to the Gallipoli Peninsula following the Marmara Sea coastline. The drive would take several hours.
As she looked again at Steele, she softly said, ‘Steele, this is so exciting, to actually visit. It’s folklore.’
Steele paused and then launched into a historical oration about Gallipoli.
‘Yes, the battle, it is a big part of Turkish history, the land grab and the Turks fight to retain ownership of their country. They lost around 60% of their soldiers.…’
He went on, ‘A naval offensive was launched to open up the supply route to Russia at the entrance to the Dardanelles, via the Sea of Marmara, Bosphorus and the Black Sea.’
Continuing, he said, ‘When this failed an invasion of the Gallipoli Peninsula began and it was a baptism of fire for the Anzacs on the cliffs as the naval offensive did not achieve its objectives.’
Sara listened as he relayed these facts, gaining greater understanding of its causes.
After a while, he changed the subject, speaking freely about his love of working in Turkey being in the Corps and the lifestyle.
Sara nodded chatting it would be wonderful living in a foreign land. Together they witnessed dawn breaking as light descended across the olive yards adjacent to the road.
After a while, Sara asked Steele if he had anyone. She paused and continued, ‘well I haven’t seen…a partner…’
Embarrassed, she trailed off.
He told her, he sort of had one, that he’d met her in Stockholm.
He went on saying it was a bit difficult since her life was there but that she planned to maybe visit later in the year.
Sara murmured, ‘long-distance relationships can be hard.’
He nodded.
After a while Steele looked her way and smiling said, ‘We are almost there, Sara.’
Shifting her body weight she replied, ‘fantastic,’ returning a smile.
As they approached the entrance to the Gallipoli National Park, Sara was struck by the beauty of the region with the Aegean Sea a stunning backdrop to the sweeping vista across the Peninsula’s coastline.
The vegetation was a mosaic mix of pine trees, yellow and white wildflowers with red poppies scattered amongst the native flora, thriving in the Mediterranean climate.
Steele said there were 31 war cemeteries on the Peninsula and he asked which one she was looking for. She grabbed her bag and retrieved the piece of paper her father had given her.
She read aloud the words, ‘Killed in action running through the sap (trenches) to finalise the withdrawal, grave unknown, memorial site - Lone Pine.’
Steele motioned to the driver who pulled the car over.
Steele said, ‘We can now walk to the cemetery, Sara.’
They got out as Steele said to the driver ‘yalnız çam.’ (Lone Pine)
The driver replied, ‘evet, evet.’ (yes, yes)
As they walked towards the hilltop, thousands of simple plaques could be seen across the headland.
As they got closer, Sara spotted a single pine tree, symbolic of the lone tree sighted by the Anzacs at the landing on 25 April 1915.
Sara slowly walked along each row, incredulous at the bloodshed of Australians and New Zealanders.
As she began shivering, Steele came close and put his arm around her. Finding a tissue, she wiped her nose.
‘What number are you looking for?’ he asked.
Silently she showed him the piece of paper and mentally Steele counted.
‘Sara it’s over this way more.’
They walked towards the headland, turned right at the 15th row and walked along its middle.
Sara stopped, whispering, ‘It’s this one.’
She dropped to her knees and ran her fingers along the lettering on the plaque.
Steele knelt beside her. After a while she whispered, ‘such horrible losses.’
Sara wiped her eyes and they both stood up. Facing the headland, she wondered where there could be so much beauty, there was also bloodshed.
Suddenly they heard Steele’s name and turning saw their driver running down the grassy path, waving paper and calling, ‘Avustralyalı için Steele, lütfen.’ (For Australian, Steele please)
He stopped a few metres away from them. The paper fluttered as he handed it to over.
Steele nodded and said, ‘teşekkür ederim, teşekkür ederim.’ (thank you, thank you)
The driver gestured in Sara’s direction and Steele handed it to her. They both waited and silently she read it, gasping while clutching the paper to her chest.
Speaking softly, the driver said to Sara, ‘Your pain is our pain.’
Nodding, she said, ‘Thank you.’
Stepping backwards, he quickly turned and ran towards the cemetery’s entrance.
After the driver had gone, Steele asked Sara, ‘What was it?
Without speaking, Sara handed him the paper.
Steele read it and when done, he stepped towards Sara, holding her close.
They held this pose for several minutes. After a while, she asked if he would read it again.
‘In the words of Kemal Ataturk - those heroes that shed their blood and lost their lives - you are now lying in the soil of a friendly country.
Therefore rest in peace. You, the mothers who sent you from far away countries, wipe away your tears, your sons are now living in our bosom and are in peace. After having lost their lives on this land, they become our sons as well.’
He folded the paper and together they walked towards the cemetery’s entrance.
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Ric did not join them, deciding instead to use the day to catch up with old friends. Sara was disappointed. Fortunately, she found herself with an equally compatible companion in Steele.
They were heading directly to the Gallipoli Peninsula following the Marmara Sea coastline. The drive would take several hours.
As she looked again at Steele, she softly said, ‘Steele, this is so exciting, to actually visit. It’s folklore.’
Steele paused and then launched into a historical oration about Gallipoli.
‘Yes, the battle, it is a big part of Turkish history, the land grab and the Turks fight to retain ownership of their country. They lost around 60% of their soldiers.…’
He went on, ‘A naval offensive was launched to open up the supply route to Russia at the entrance to the Dardanelles, via the Sea of Marmara, Bosphorus and the Black Sea.’
Continuing, he said, ‘When this failed an invasion of the Gallipoli Peninsula began and it was a baptism of fire for the Anzacs on the cliffs as the naval offensive did not achieve its objectives.’
Sara listened as he relayed these facts, gaining greater understanding of its causes.
After a while, he changed the subject, speaking freely about his love of working in Turkey being in the Corps and the lifestyle.
Sara nodded chatting it would be wonderful living in a foreign land. Together they witnessed dawn breaking as light descended across the olive yards adjacent to the road.
After a while, Sara asked Steele if he had anyone. She paused and continued, ‘well I haven’t seen…a partner…’
Embarrassed, she trailed off.
He told her, he sort of had one, that he’d met her in Stockholm.
He went on saying it was a bit difficult since her life was there but that she planned to maybe visit later in the year.
Sara murmured, ‘long-distance relationships can be hard.’
He nodded.
After a while Steele looked her way and smiling said, ‘We are almost there, Sara.’
Shifting her body weight she replied, ‘fantastic,’ returning a smile.
As they approached the entrance to the Gallipoli National Park, Sara was struck by the beauty of the region with the Aegean Sea a stunning backdrop to the sweeping vista across the Peninsula’s coastline.
The vegetation was a mosaic mix of pine trees, yellow and white wildflowers with red poppies scattered amongst the native flora, thriving in the Mediterranean climate.
Steele said there were 31 war cemeteries on the Peninsula and he asked which one she was looking for. She grabbed her bag and retrieved the piece of paper her father had given her.
She read aloud the words, ‘Killed in action running through the sap (trenches) to finalise the withdrawal, grave unknown, memorial site - Lone Pine.’
Steele motioned to the driver who pulled the car over.
Steele said, ‘We can now walk to the cemetery, Sara.’
They got out as Steele said to the driver ‘yalnız çam.’ (Lone Pine)
The driver replied, ‘evet, evet.’ (yes, yes)
As they walked towards the hilltop, thousands of simple plaques could be seen across the headland.
As they got closer, Sara spotted a single pine tree, symbolic of the lone tree sighted by the Anzacs at the landing on 25 April 1915.
Sara slowly walked along each row, incredulous at the bloodshed of Australians and New Zealanders.
As she began shivering, Steele came close and put his arm around her. Finding a tissue, she wiped her nose.
‘What number are you looking for?’ he asked.
Silently she showed him the piece of paper and mentally Steele counted.
‘Sara it’s over this way more.’
They walked towards the headland, turned right at the 15th row and walked along its middle.
Sara stopped, whispering, ‘It’s this one.’
She dropped to her knees and ran her fingers along the lettering on the plaque.
Steele knelt beside her. After a while she whispered, ‘such horrible losses.’
Sara wiped her eyes and they both stood up. Facing the headland, she wondered where there could be so much beauty, there was also bloodshed.
Suddenly they heard Steele’s name and turning saw their driver running down the grassy path, waving paper and calling, ‘Avustralyalı için Steele, lütfen.’ (For Australian, Steele please)
He stopped a few metres away from them. The paper fluttered as he handed it to over.
Steele nodded and said, ‘teşekkür ederim, teşekkür ederim.’ (thank you, thank you)
The driver gestured in Sara’s direction and Steele handed it to her. They both waited and silently she read it, gasping while clutching the paper to her chest.
Speaking softly, the driver said to Sara, ‘Your pain is our pain.’
Nodding, she said, ‘Thank you.’
Stepping backwards, he quickly turned and ran towards the cemetery’s entrance.
After the driver had gone, Steele asked Sara, ‘What was it?
Without speaking, Sara handed him the paper.
Steele read it and when done, he stepped towards Sara, holding her close.
They held this pose for several minutes. After a while, she asked if he would read it again.
‘In the words of Kemal Ataturk - those heroes that shed their blood and lost their lives - you are now lying in the soil of a friendly country.
Therefore rest in peace. You, the mothers who sent you from far away countries, wipe away your tears, your sons are now living in our bosom and are in peace. After having lost their lives on this land, they become our sons as well.’
He folded the paper and together they walked towards the cemetery’s entrance.
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Sunday, 19 April 2015
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Steele turned and smiling said, ‘Sara, welcome to your home for the next few weeks.’
Sara returned the smile with, ‘Thank you.’
As the car came to a halt, they all got out and Steele escorted them up the steps of the apartment as the driver collected the luggage.
Steele spoke and said, ‘Abdi will show you your rooms. The Anzac celebrations start in a couple of weeks.’
Smiling he continued, ‘Sara, your services will be needed, with the wives, you know, it’s their free time, they want to…keep fit….’
The door swung open as they walked to the entrance of the apartment and a Turkish man greeted them, ‘Merhaba, Merhaba.’
In halting English he continued, ‘I am Abdi.’
Ric smiled and returned, with ‘Merhaba, Arkadaş.’
After a lot of commotion with luggage being hauled into the house and Steele talking, Abdi showed Ric and Sara their bedrooms.
Abdi went on, ‘I give you bottled water in the cooler, please, dinlenme, dinlenme.’
Abdi motioned with his hand and flicked a switch giving life to the overhead fans in Sara’s room.
Stepping backwards he escorted Ric down the corridor. Sara called out, ‘See you later,’ to Ric.
She shut the door and looked around at her spacious bedroom. She unzipped her bag and put her clothing away in the nearby drawers.
Having eaten on the flight, she wasn’t hungry. She did however, open a bottle of water, quickly draining it.
She wandered around and opened a door, revealing a bathroom.
Rummaging through her bags for shampoos, Sara undressed and ran the shower, getting into it. Lifting her face she welcomed the jets of water and closing her eyes, revelled in the sensations as the droplets streamed down her décolletage, midriff and legs before running and swirling slowly, at her toes and disappearing into the drainage hole.
She washed and shampooed her hair and allowed herself one final indulgence, tilting her face again to the streams of water, luxuriating in the moment as the sensations ran over her.
Reluctantly, she switched off the taps and rubbed herself dry. She got dressed and blow dried her hair. Feeling renewed she lay on the bed thinking she would rest for a moment. She didn’t realise though that she would sleep for two hours.
Upon wakening, she stretched and the only sounds she could hear were the whirring of the overhead fans. She lay quietly. Slowly getting up, she felt refreshed and opened up another bottle of water.
Walking over to the full length windows, she opened the sheers where the sight revealed breathtaking views of a turquoise ocean glistening in the afternoon sun. She unlocked the door and stepped out onto the balcony.
The sounds and scenery of a foreign land made her skin tingle. The salty air played around her hair and danced lightly across her face. Hearing her name called, she looked to her left and noticed a pool nestled behind the complex, the water glistening in the afternoon light.
Steele was at its edge.
He waved before jumping in and she watched as he kicked across the pool’s length.
He called, ‘Come in Sara.’
She looked at the inviting pool surrounded by a grassy knoll, which descended to a track leading to an inlet connecting the Black Sea to the Aegean Sea.
Laughing she called out, ‘Give me a minute.’
She stepped back into her room and pulled her swimmers from the drawer, getting changed.
Pulling on a shift she left the bedroom. Walking down the stairs, she walked through the living room and the coolness of the marble tiles felt good on her feet as she exited out the front door towards the pool.
‘Great to see you,’ said Steele as she appeared.
She bent down and ran her hand in the water.
Steele swam up to the pool’s edge and playfully splashed her.
Jumping back, she laughed, ‘Watch it, you’re getting my towel wet.’
‘Come in then,’ he said.
He pushed back from the edge, and propelled his body through the water.
She turned and placing her towel on the lounge, pulled off her shift. Walking to the pool she leapt in, sending ripples across the water.
Surfacing, she could hear Steele laughing.
‘You certainly live up to expectations,’ he said.
Sara kicked on her back as Steele swam near.
‘You have come at a good time, your help, will be good.’
Sara swam around and said, ‘Ok, that’s fine. I need to go to the Peninsula. I have ancestors..who died there.’
‘Yes, I know,’ said Steele.
He went on, ‘Ric told me. I have free days and I will ask Abdi to arrange transport for tomorrow. It is a 41/2 hour drive.’
He submerged his body and surfacing continued, ‘Abdi knows a sürücü who will take us to the Gallipoli National Park. I can then take you to the war cemeteries, including Lone Pine, Shell Green & Anzac Cove…...’
He trailed off and said, ‘Let me race you to the end of the pool.’
With that they both swam fast with Steele, touching the end first.
They laughed. After a while, Steele spoke softly, ‘We must get Ric here.’
Sara smiled and said how wonderful Ric had been.
Steele nodded and said ‘I like Ric a lot.
Sara swam away and Steele followed her.
‘Sara,’ he said. ‘I am sorry, it’s your business.’
Without warning Ric appeared, ‘Oi you too, having a party without me?’
Laughing, he dropped his towel and dived into the water.
Translations
Merhaba - Hello
Arkadas - Friend
Dinlemne - Rest
sürücü - driver
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Finally they arrived at Istanbul after travelling around 14,946 kms.
Fortunately Steele was there to pick them up and both he and Ric greeted one another warmly.
After, Ric stepped back and said, ‘Steele, let me introduce..Sara.’
He said it in such a fashion, she was embarrassed.
Steele stepped towards her and said, ‘Ah ha, I finally get to meet the fitness guru.’
Laughing he announced, ‘Haven’t we got some work for you!’
Sara, giggled and said, ‘Sure give me a shower and after that I am all yours.’
Jostling amongst the crowds, Steele guided them both out of the airport and towards a waiting vehicle.
‘Please,’ he said, ‘Give me your luggage.’
As he did, the driver got out, took the luggage off Steele, and loaded it into the boot of the car. With an arm extended Steele directed both Ric and Sara into the car and it sped off.
Sara was silent as the pair chatted excitedly as the driver weaved through traffic, spanning many lanes.
Sara was grateful to have an escort as she looked out of the car’s window observing the startling cultural contrast compared to her homeland.
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Fortunately Steele was there to pick them up and both he and Ric greeted one another warmly.
After, Ric stepped back and said, ‘Steele, let me introduce..Sara.’
He said it in such a fashion, she was embarrassed.
Steele stepped towards her and said, ‘Ah ha, I finally get to meet the fitness guru.’
Laughing he announced, ‘Haven’t we got some work for you!’
Sara, giggled and said, ‘Sure give me a shower and after that I am all yours.’
Jostling amongst the crowds, Steele guided them both out of the airport and towards a waiting vehicle.
‘Please,’ he said, ‘Give me your luggage.’
As he did, the driver got out, took the luggage off Steele, and loaded it into the boot of the car. With an arm extended Steele directed both Ric and Sara into the car and it sped off.
Sara was silent as the pair chatted excitedly as the driver weaved through traffic, spanning many lanes.
Sara was grateful to have an escort as she looked out of the car’s window observing the startling cultural contrast compared to her homeland.
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Thursday, 9 April 2015
Running High - Chapter 12
Ric appeared from the Airport’s entrance and came her way, trundling luggage and beaming.
‘Sara,’ he said ‘it’s so nice to see you.’ He put his bag down and gave her a quick hug.
Putting his hand around her, he said, ‘Come let me escort you to the check in.’ He ushered her to the queue fussing asking if she had her tickets and passport.
She nodded and breathlessly replied, ‘Yes, Ric.’ She went on, ‘I am so nervous.’
They moved up the queue and he said, ‘Yes, I was flustered’ – he wiped his brow with the back of his hand.
She did not ask him to elaborate preferring to let him deal with …family business.
At last they got to the top of the queue and Ric said ‘Yes,’ when the Clerk asked if they were travelling together. He smiled at Sara.
Once through customs they made their way to the departure gate and finally were airborne, destination Istanbul. The flight time was 20 hours and 35 minutes with refuelling via Abu Dhabi.
Sara sighed and looking sideways at Ric, said, ‘We made it.’
He too looked relieved and touched her arm. They both were silent, lost in their own thoughts.
After a while, Sara spoke and began to tell Ric how she had been to visit her dad and told him of her plans.
He smiled and asked, ‘How did he take it?’
‘Pretty good,’ said Sara. She paused for a moment and then continued, ‘I told him I was going with you.’
She smiled and continued, 'he asked if you were alright?'
Smiling, Ric said, 'and I hope you said, yes?’
Giggling she replied, ‘Yes maybe I did….'
Trailing off, he put his hand on hers and time was of no consequence.
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‘Sara,’ he said ‘it’s so nice to see you.’ He put his bag down and gave her a quick hug.
Putting his hand around her, he said, ‘Come let me escort you to the check in.’ He ushered her to the queue fussing asking if she had her tickets and passport.
She nodded and breathlessly replied, ‘Yes, Ric.’ She went on, ‘I am so nervous.’
They moved up the queue and he said, ‘Yes, I was flustered’ – he wiped his brow with the back of his hand.
She did not ask him to elaborate preferring to let him deal with …family business.
At last they got to the top of the queue and Ric said ‘Yes,’ when the Clerk asked if they were travelling together. He smiled at Sara.
Once through customs they made their way to the departure gate and finally were airborne, destination Istanbul. The flight time was 20 hours and 35 minutes with refuelling via Abu Dhabi.
Sara sighed and looking sideways at Ric, said, ‘We made it.’
He too looked relieved and touched her arm. They both were silent, lost in their own thoughts.
After a while, Sara spoke and began to tell Ric how she had been to visit her dad and told him of her plans.
He smiled and asked, ‘How did he take it?’
‘Pretty good,’ said Sara. She paused for a moment and then continued, ‘I told him I was going with you.’
She smiled and continued, 'he asked if you were alright?'
Smiling, Ric said, 'and I hope you said, yes?’
Giggling she replied, ‘Yes maybe I did….'
Trailing off, he put his hand on hers and time was of no consequence.
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Sunday, 5 April 2015
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Sara packed the last of her gear into the pack. She was meeting Ric in Sydney for the onward bound flight to Turkey.
She was excited about two significant events coming together. Her excitement was mixed with trepidation as she was stepping into the unknown, visiting Gallipoli and running in a foreign land, not to mention experiencing it all with Ric.
She was relieved he was coming with her. She thought back to their first strange encounter, rather fortunate in some ways. He had been supportive the past six months and they had formed a close bond. Perhaps too close she thought. Both realised the damage caused if their friendship deepened and moved onto the next stage. Despite this, neither wanted to extract themselves from their entanglement, instead they chose discretion as a way to continue.
With the final items packed, Sara zipped up her pack and wheeled it to the front door ready for the taxi.
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She was excited about two significant events coming together. Her excitement was mixed with trepidation as she was stepping into the unknown, visiting Gallipoli and running in a foreign land, not to mention experiencing it all with Ric.
She was relieved he was coming with her. She thought back to their first strange encounter, rather fortunate in some ways. He had been supportive the past six months and they had formed a close bond. Perhaps too close she thought. Both realised the damage caused if their friendship deepened and moved onto the next stage. Despite this, neither wanted to extract themselves from their entanglement, instead they chose discretion as a way to continue.
With the final items packed, Sara zipped up her pack and wheeled it to the front door ready for the taxi.
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