One day we were on a road trip in Eastern Turkey and we had the most amazing experience. This was an experience that we could never have planned or would have ever expected to have, one that will stay with me forever and ever.
Sheep, Sheep, and more Sheep!
We had been in the town of Van where they had a huge earthquake and much of the city was destroyed. The people in this back country of Turkey, not far from the Iranian border, are very, very friendly. We’d been traveling for a couple of weeks and even though there were four in our party, one of us had taken ill and had decided to stay in the hotel and relax for the day.
The rest of us, Jim, Lisa and I decided that we needed to go on a road trip and that we would go down to Van Lake. There you take a boat over to an old Armenian Cathedral which is extremely popular. It was a hot and steamy June day, so it felt good to be out on the water. However, once we disembarked and started wandering along the path, it heated us up right away. The cathedral is a stunning work of Armenian architecture and stone carvings and just walking around the grounds was interesting as well.
We were quite ready to get back on the boat and feel the cool breeze on our faces, and then we sat and had a grilled lunch underneath the trees overlooking the lake. Of course we still had the whole afternoon ahead of us, so we decided just to go for a nice ride in the mountains, partly to cool off, but also just to see more of the beautiful countryside.
Call us crazy, but we headed towards the border of Iran and we were so close that at times we could have crossed over it without knowing. In this area of the world there are not that many border patrols or customs agents, and we certainly were not near a large border crossing of any type. We certainly had no plans of crossing the border, but we thought taking a look wouldn’t hurt.
We were driving over this high mountain and the roadway was being renovated, but there was a lot of traffic on it, going both ways even though there really was only space for one vehicle going one way. Drivers had to get creative in the way they met a car or in our case, truck coming at us. It wasn’t so much scary as downright hilarious. We weren’t too worried, we just were having fun.
Enjoying the ride, the scenery was spectacular and we saw lots of activity. There were all kinds of domestic animals, like donkeys, sheep, and goats that were being herded by nomadic families and their huge dogs. We saw men with their kafiyehs and women in their colorful layers of clothes, tending the camps, babies, and many animals. Everyone was busy doing what they do everyday. It felt like we were watching a National Geographic special on TV.
The Largest Flock of Sheep I’ve Ever Seen!
Turning the corner, we looked up on the side of the mountain and were met with the most amazing sight. There must have been 500 sheep, lined up in an almost funnel shape. At first it was not obvious what was happening, but upon closer examination we realized that it was an entire village out to milk the sheep.
The process was fascinating; some children and a few women had the chore of herding the sheep into the “line” where about 20 village women of all ages sat in a circle. The sheep were pulled and milked, then guided down the funnel to a man sitting in the middle of the line. He was checking them out, possibly for wounds, making sure they were milked, who knows what else. He was obviously the “quality assurance” guy, and then overseeing the entire process were two older men, who didn’t seem to do much else but watch while leaning on their canes.
We tried to figure out the entire process, but we quickly learned that my limited Turkish wasn’t being understood. I have no idea what language they spoke. We could really only communicate with hand gestures. We had brought them a can full of mixed nuts, because sharing out in the back country is always a sign of friendship, and they invited us to try our hand at the milking.
I, never say no to these types of opportunities, which sometimes I immediately regret. I can’t say I regretted plopping down among the milkers, but I quickly learned that there is a trick to milking a sheep that has been living in the pasture, with no water, for some time. The sheep that came to me was covered in smelly, disgusting feces so my hands and lower arms were quickly covered in muck as well. I looked over at the other women and yet their hands were unbelievably free of crap.
Obviously there is a way to go through or around the sheep’s legs to avoid the messy wool, an age-old secret that I was not privy to in my sterilized buy-your-milk-at the-market life. Everyone got a good giggle about it; I washed off my hands and then tried again. I did seem to get a few drops of milk into the bucket, but I can’t really say I was a successful milker. I might starve if this task was left to me for sustenance.
As much fun as we were having, being a part of an ancient nomadic tradition, we knew that we were disrupting the routine and taking time away from other tasks that needed to be done in the village. Turkish village life, and especially nomadic life, is hard and sunlight hours are precious.
We noticed that there were no babies in the field, and I’m sure each of those ladies had a few waiting for them somewhere along with whatever other chores they had like beating rugs, washing clothes, and making dinner. They were in that field to work and I’m sure wanted to get the job done.
By this time, we were really starting to get overheated again. The temperature was somewhere upwards of 30°C, and we were hot and glistening. In my western dress of capris and a short-sleeved shirt, I couldn’t stand the heat, and it always surprises me how covered up the women are during the summer. Each one had layers and layers of clothes. They were covered head to toe, and yet they didn’t seem to perspire at all, or maybe they just don’t complain like we do. Of course, they are primarily Muslim, but the veils these women wear are more of a village veil than a religious veil, a veil they’ve been wearing for thousands of years.
Just watching them work hard, in the hot sun, completely covered, and yet willing to let some strangers come uninvited, interrupt their work, and even invite them to participate is such a humbling experience. It’s one I will cherish as a special travel memory for my entire life.
Have you had such an amazing travel experience? We would love for you to tell us about it in the comment section below.
Author Bio: Corinne Vail is a travel photographer, food lover, and a perpetual traveler who has been travel writing for over 14 years. For many years she lived overseas in Germany, Japan, Turkey, South Korea, and the Netherlands teaching the children of the US. military. She’s visited over 90 countries, and she’s not stopping anytime soon.
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Grey World Nomads
Thursday 9th of June 2016
Awesome pictures! So real and touching. I love that you show them monochrome. A very different experience which will stay with you.
Corinne Vail
Thursday 9th of June 2016
Thank you. I feel it really love Black and White, but nowadays I don't find it as useful as in the past.
Donna Janke
Sunday 5th of June 2016
What a great experience. It would be fascinating to watch the herding and milking of the sheep. You now have be wondering how these woman managed to stay clean while milking.
Corinne Vail
Sunday 5th of June 2016
Donna, I'm telling you none of their hands and arms looked like mine, and all their white clothes were still white. There's some secret to it, I'm sure.
Kathy Marris
Sunday 5th of June 2016
Isn't Turkey the best place for road tripping? We travelled here in 2012 with our son and girlfriend in an old beat up Transit Van that he bought in London. What we loved the most were the small villages dotted along the Turquoise Coast. We were able to stop and buy fresh sour dough bread, goat's cheese, huge big red ripe tomatoes and giant juicy peaches for lunch, which I can still taste! Your experience with the sheep farmers would certainly be something to remember. The black and white photos are sensational.
Corinne Vail
Sunday 5th of June 2016
Kathy, Yes, yes it is! You know we absolutely love, love, love Turkey! I also love all the fresh produce, well, all Turkish food! And thanks.
budget jan
Saturday 4th of June 2016
No I've not been lucky enough to have such an experience. I have milked goats as my Grandmother had a herd of milers. They are milked the same way as these sheep. We saw a lot of herds of animals in eastern turkey. We were enveloped by a herd of cows near Ani http://www.budgettraveltalk.com/2014/05/09/surrounded-cows-ani/
Corinne Vail
Saturday 4th of June 2016
Jan, I have always wanted to live on a farm, and I take advantage of milking whatever comes my way. To me, though, this was beyond the farm. I loved the mountain pastures. It's a memory I'll always savor!
Nancie
Saturday 4th of June 2016
Hi Corrine. What a fantastic (and unexpected) experience! Love the photos. I now have a vision of you up to your elbows in sheep crap! :) Thanks for linking up this week. #TPThursday
Corinne Vail
Saturday 4th of June 2016
Nancie....Exactly! And mind you, no running water! Thankfully, we had wipes!