We all go through stages of hearing things and thinking about it, whether it's songs, words/conversations or just odd noises.
Visiting a small village in Turkey we experienced a noise that was unfamiliar to us.
When we stepped outside the airport we were greeted by a wall of heat - even though it was like 3am. - we didn't hear much noise apart from the traffic and the odd shouts or car horns, bearing in mind this was in the city about 34598374598711 miles away from where we actually were meant to be and stay.
Setting off in an old banger type car. - Yes, an old banger car that was too kindly labelled as 'trusty' and 'cute/smart' by my mother's partner. It was the opposite, I would describe it as a car that was old. Extremely old. Probably not to be trusted either. It looked like it would break down as soon as you moved 3 feet forward or less. Luckily it didn't though and it lasted, only just, for the week, even surviving the torturous drive up the cliff. - We drove along the edges of cliffs at three in the morning, avoiding fallen boulders and rocks and the odd branch in the middle of the road. We occasionally stopped for the obvious toilet and food break and then carried on, I slept most of the way because I was shattered and it was rather boring.
After the exhausting drive to the village 34598374598710 miles away we then had to travel a further mile to find the hidden villa. Driving up every driveway we saw, small dangerous lanes and into the odd angry farmers house, with the farmer parading around in his discoloured pajamas shouting abuse at our lights, then I think he realized we were English and went back inside to bed. - Confused? I was. - it took us about 2 more hours to find the villa that appeared to be just around the corner from the farm. Honestly, I don't know how we missed it.
Getting out the car a noise went off, it was something that barely any of us has ever heard before. The noise was a cross between a balloon being scraped with hands and an deep voice humming. It was so odd. It turned out to be crickets. Millions of crickets around us. Once one cricket made a noise, the whole colony started. It was annoying to start with but sitting by the pool with dragon flies landing next to you and the singing crickets around you, I felt it relaxing but it seemed to morph into the background and harmonized with the on-going calls of the birds and goats, oh, and the farmers shouts at the cows.
Returning from the holiday my mother went to work. She had taken part in a leadership course dictated by the people she worked for and they tought her how to listen. Sounds strange but the odd minor detail we miss daily add up. What we hear is not always what is being said. There is sometimes somethings that are under the words, unsaid but still noticable. When she got in, she was really inspired to show us because it reminded her of the noise in Turkey, it showed her the true meaning of listening carefully and inspired her and all of us. It was shockingly weird. Take a listen to it and see what you think, it blew my mind.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ujBTOPhGLMo
~ Soph.
