“I am a fortune teller” Em’s mum said.
“Really” I said.
“Yes really”.
I took a pause from drinking my Iranian style afternoon coffee enjoying the sugar lump melting on my tongue as the tea passed over it……
This sounded good.
My future on a plate or saucer…
No more uncertainty.
I could just chill and enjoy the present knowing precisely what my future would hold.
“Can we do it with the tea?” I asked excitedly.
“No.”
“Why not?” I asked feeling a little dejected..was there some problem with my future?
“We need Turkish coffee to do it.”
“And do you have some?” I piped up trying to hide my enthusiasm.
“No.”
Oh well that was that. I’d just have to see what the future held day by day.
Or would I?
Surely in a city of 1.5 million people I could source some Turkish coffee. It couldn’t be that difficult after all here I am circumnavigating the globe…a little coffee finding mission “pif paf” easy easy.
And so early next morning I began my search.
I got my first lead from my hostel.
They suggested that I try the “Turkish Coffee and Istanbul Cafe” in the KLCC Pavilion. Off I trotted to the futuristic, ultra modern shopping centre.
The Turkish Coffee and Istanbul Cafe wasn’t quite what I expected. I was thinking medina style middle eastern cafe full of shisha pipes, low tables and people sinking into cushions.
I wasn’t imagining a super posh high quality middle eastern rug retailer complete with tablecloth restaurant.
Still not one to be deterred I entered.
“Do you sell coffee?”
“No we don’t”.
I explained my predicament to the nice salesman. I needed to know what my future held I said. He mulled it over, chatted to a colleague and produced a business card for the “Istanbul Bazaar”, Ampang Triangle, Selangor, which he assured me stocked Turkish coffee.
He said I could walk there and that it wasn’t far. Of course, I’d learned never to trust any directions or indications of distance in Asia. Especially since it didn’t even feature on my extended city centre map. Not to worry I’d just ask someone if there was a bus or something…..a few hours later after a few enquiries at the bus station and the train station and of many local people, I arrived at Ampang Point, still seeking the “Triangle”.
The security guard inside the Ampang Point shopping centre assured me that I was near.
“Over there” he said pointing to the back exit of the shopping centre.
Of course, never trust directions.
It wasn’t just over there. It was well round the block and round again.
A helpful local called the number on the business card for me and eventually the owner met us outside the local branch of “Maybank” and took me round yet another corner to the “Istanbul Bazaar”.
I entered and there it was…”Kurukahveci, Mehmet Effendi” (Turkish Coffee). I felt both exhausted and elated.
After all my small coffee mission had taken me around 4 hours to complete, had involved the help of no less than 12 local people, 2 local buses, 2 local trains, a lot of walking, a few shopping centres and a few cafes for fuel and rehydration purposes.
I placed my purchase, like treasure, in my rucksack and began the long trudge back to my hostel.
Tomorrow I’ll know my future. And pif paf to those who think wearing perfume can alter something as important as that….