トルコ ハーレム旅行 A HAREM TRIP TO TURKEY

ハーレム旅行

５月１３日から２２日まで女房とトルコに行ってきた。添乗員とトルコ人のガイドを含めて、私だけ男性であとの１５人は全部女性であった。だから、添乗員が冗談で言っていたが、この旅行は「ハーレム」旅行だったとい言っていいのだが、女性軍の平均年齢は約６０歳で、７０歳以上が７人もいた。

　「女が３人寄るとかしましい」と言うが、彼女らは実にかしましかった。実際、トルコまでの１１時間の飛行中ずっと、数人の女性はペチャクチャ、ペチャクチャしゃべり、ときどきキャハハハ、キャハハハと大笑い。何がそんなにうれしいのやら。私はかしまし女性は大の辟易で、これからの旅行が思いやられた。

　ある老女が言っていたが、すぐ前に行った海外旅行は男性一人で女性が７人。その前は男性が一人に女性が９人だったそうだ。男女統計比率はどうなってしまったのだ。亭主に依存しない女性が増え、亭主は日本で留守番し、料理、掃除、洗濯か。

　旅行最後の晩餐の時に女性軍に囲まれて写真を撮ってもらったが、あのような「天にも昇る」経験はしたことがない。おそらく顔が美女に囲まれて引きつっていたことだろう。

　夜遅く家に帰ってからも、老女らの容赦ないしゃべり声が耳にカンカンにこびりついて離れなかった。

　翌朝、ミニスカートの女子学生を見て生き返った。この世に若い女性がいるのだ。なんと新鮮で若々しかったことか。

若い女に飽き飽きし
スルタン
老女に囲まれる

                         A HARLEM TRIP TO TURKEY

　　My wife and I went to Turkey from May 13 to May 22. Our tourist group, including the Japanese tour conductor and the Turkish guide, consisted of 15 women and one man (myself). So, my trip to Turkey was, as the conductor joked, like a harem, but the women were not young but aged. The average age of the women was around 60, seven of them above 70.
　　A Japanese saying goes: when three women gather together, they become terribly yakky. In fact, four of the women near my seat in the Istanbul-bound plane were talking and laughing and talking and laughing for the whole 11 hours. I detest noisy women. I trembled to anticipate that the trip would be ruined by their noise.
　　One of the women, who boasted that she was 77 years old, told me that her previous trip abroad had consisted of one man and 7 women, and the one before that had consisted of one man and 9 women. What has happened to the demographic statistics? Why has the number of men going abroad decreased? Probably women have become independent enough to go abroad while their husbands stay in Japan cooking, cleaning, and washing.
　　At the dinner table on the last day of the trip, I was surrounded by the harem and had my photograph taken. I had never had such a “heavenly” experience. I guess my face twitched surrounded by the “beautiful women.”
　　Even after I returned home late at night, my ears kept ringing with their gravelly and unrelenting voices.
The next morning when I saw some girl students in miniskirts, I was revived. How refreshing and how lively they were!

tired of young women
Sultan would have loved
old women