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Same food, different service.

I took the last flight back from Istanbul, Ataturk Airport to London’s Heathrow. The Ataturk airport seemed empty, well it was Saturday night, not a high demand period. I wondered what would happen on this flight.

I went to the departure lounge with some time to spare, so I wrote the blog English Course – My last day with them and nearly missed the flight as for once they did not announce the departure over the public address system.

Boarding the aircraft, which was not full, I walked up the isle, and knew that someone else was sitting in MY seat. It was mine, I had booked it earlier on the internet, 12A wing exit so I had lots of leg room, and the youth sitting there pretending to be asleep. Not for long, a quick tap on his shoulder, and showing him my boarding card seat allocation. He protested that he was in the correct seat, but I stood my ground, no language from me, just pointing at my ticket and the markings above his head.

Loads of thoughts raced through my mind:-

“If he was in the right seat, and we had been double booked as happened before, they may upgrade me to Business Class, but too many empty seats for that, and I want a window seat, and he was in mine, I want my seat.”

I stood my ground. Noticing that the seat in front was empty, 11A, narrow and someone in 11B. He was not happy, but neither was I.

I stood my ground, I had paid for the flight, I chose my seat early’ and I have a Gold Elite frequent flyer card. I want my rights.

Eventually, he admitted defeat, stood up and moved to his allocated seat, looking around as he went for another seat he could claim. The man behind smiled and said that I was smooth in way of moving him.

As the meal was being served, I pondered what would be available, as the gentleman in the isle seat got a special meal early, perhaps a vegetarian. I decided I would have a white wine, after all the hard work I had been doing over the previous two weeks I deserved something special.

The trolley got to my seat, and the flight attendant looked at me and started to move away as I caught her eye. She said why didn’t I want a meal? My reply was that I had not been offered one, yet. There was not one left in the trolley.


Oh Poo Poo
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Frantic signals were exchanged between her and other flight attendants, eventually producing a meal, but I had no choice. What ever it was it tasted of chicken. Nothing different from all the other meals. Click to see other meals.

Turkish Airlines food as it used to be.
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La Cantine, Taxim Tunel Square, Istanbul

La Cantine.

La Cantine and Tunel Tram
La Cantine and Tunel Tram

For my Turkish friends, please visit this little restaurant and taste their wonderful wraps. You can make-up your own selection of contents for thw wrap in an easy selection process. There are three columns of choices, numbered 1 to 6, so you decide that you will have a 1-2-6, simple yet effective.

Tell them the English trainer sent you, you will get a smile and a warm welcome.

İstiklal Caddesi’nin Tünel meydanında bulunan La Cantine, Fransız damak tadina uygun durumler yapan kucuk bir cafe. Lavaşını tercihinize göre oluşturup deneyebileceginiz durumlerde ceşit olarak dana kontrfile, tavuk bonfile, parmak köfte ve vejeteryan ana seçimlerine mantar, acı, köri, soğan veya avokado sosları ilave edebilirsiniz. Ayrıca özel lezzet olarak soğanlı ekmeği deneyebilirsiniz. Harika lezzetiyle en sevdigim durumcu.

Adres : Tünel Meydanı – İstiklal Cad. No : 406 Beyoğlu

Tel (212) 245 95 60

Sadly the last time I visited Tunel, La Cantine had gone, 2011.
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For four nights I share my bed.

Today is the last day of a seven day NLP Practitioner course here in Istanbul. Tomorrow I will deliver a one day Mind Map course and continue teaching the English with NLP course participants skills that will enhance their learning experience, then catch the last flight back to the UK on Turkish Airlines. I am going to look forward to their food again. I think not.

It has been a tiring time here, giving two courses a day, the NLP Practitioner and taking three sessions of English with NLP, ten hours a day, with all the difficulties training brings with it, and I have not been sleeping well.

For the last few nights I have been sharing my bed. Not bad I may hear people say, at least you are not alone.

Yes I have not been alone. But why do they insist on waking me up at 4am (four in the morning), when I should be at my deepest sleep, when my brain learns, when the plasticity of the brain happens?

Why at 4am to they get hungry, and want me to feed them?

At 4 o’clock, the mosquitoes come out and buzz my ears. My subconscious mind is waiting, listening for them and when it hears them, it shouts to my conscious that is gracefully sleep :- 
        
                      “Danger, you are being attacked, wake-up, wake-up.”

So far they have not had their breakfast from me.

I am going to look forward to my bed in the UK, where there are no mosquitoes.

But I will have only two nights rest, as I fly off to Bangalore in India (click to visit site) to deliver a PhotoReading course to about fifty participants, and I know there are mosquitoes there.

Oh Poo Poo.

Does anyone know why they attack at 4am? Comments please.

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Coaching English Courses NLP Travels

Frustration

I was frustrated.

I presupposed that certain things, actions, people’s thoughts were as I saw them, understood and believed in my own mind. My cat on the mat or my cat in the tree.

I was asked if I had written an article or blog on how the brain works (to follow) by a member of the course I am giving here in Istanbul, Turkey. I said as yet I had not as I need time to write it, but I would. Quite rightly, the participant asked that he be emailed when I had published it, and others overhearing the conversation also asked to be informed, to which I said “join the blog and SUBSCRIBE on the left-hand side”.

I pointed to the area on my computer screen and the participant entered his email, and pressed SUBSCRIBE.

Nothing happened.

How long had this facility not been working? How many people had failed in the past? Were you one?

I tested other features on the blog, and found errors. Entering any word in the SEARCH facility resulted in always the Paypal screen being displayed which people are sent to, to download The Castle MP3 hypnosis track.

I contacted the supplier of the blog service, and after half an hour, was told that there was a problem, and they had been corrected now.

So Subscribe NOW if you wish on the left-hand sidebar, it now works, please let me know if it does not work for you.

That meant I left the office at 8:30pm, twelve hours after arriving, and with half-an-hours lunch break, the rest of the time being spent training people, presenting, teaching and using my NLP skills to solve participants problems of frustration, lack of confidence and other issues.

Please do not take me wrong, I love my work, I would not do so many hours, put so much effort into my trainings, if that was not so. I get a buzz from seeing people learning, overcoming hurdles, removing barriers, gaining confidence, achieving what they wanted in life, learning a language, and so quickly. I love my work.

But where is my time? I have so much I want to do, learn, accomplish. I plan my day, I use time-management, but still I have not enough time in the day to satisfy my wishes and requirements, as well as the wishes and requirements of friends, colleagues, participants and customers.

I get frustrated.

That frustration brings my state down, you begin to doubt your ability, confidence drains away, you blame other people. Why was there a problem with the SUBSCRIBE button? Why are people late, eating into the lunch break? Why do people want things now?

When you get frustrated, it is a state, as happiness, sadness, joy are too. We create these states ourselves, in our mind.

Just think of a happy time, perhaps a great holiday by the beach, relaxing, with the blue sky, seagulls swooping down into the sea, the waves gently washing the sand as the waves gently break in the shallow water. (click to see video of Sri Lanka or click to see video of the seashore at Rixos Premium Belek).

What happens to you as you picture and experience thoughts in your mind? Do you get a good feeling inside, does your state change? Yes.

Notice your sitting position now. Notice how you feel.

Now, push your bottom into the back of the chair, sit upright, shoulders back. Notice how you feel. Different?

Perhaps we are too quick to blame others for our own state of frustration. “Why did they not do this?” “Why did they not do that?” “Why are they late?”

I should have checked the SUBSCRIBE button myself, like I should have checked the frustration I felt at the time, so to change and correct the situation, change your state to a good happy successful state, and not presuppose it is others problems or fault.

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A long day in Istanbul



Sunday seemed a long day. I day two courses running together, a NLP Practitioner Course with eager participants wanting to know how NLP works, and an English language course, where I have the students for three session a day, helping their belief systems, their memory, their relaxation, their learning.

I also had a new translator, her first experience of working with a trainer like me. She did a great job, dealing with my accent, the structure of my English language which is based on NLP, the Meta Model (click to read), the Milton Model, using words that she had never heard before, syncronicity, transderivational search, having to deal with concepts of sleep and the workings of the brain, plus the different, difficult characters and personalities of the participants.

Most translators in Turkey’s universities are told that they should only work for a maximum of forty minutes, then stop. I certainly cannot work that way, I can go on for three hours, with my metaphors, stories, demonstrations. I have to as we are going through a process. Can you put a chocolate cake in the oven to cook, and half way through the process, take it out to rest?

It amazes me that my translators do so well.

The day started with a long walk to the school near Taxim Square. I did not have enough money for a taxi, and the tram from Taxim Tunel to Taxim Square was not working so early.

The streets were very quite. It was enjoyable to have space, noticing the national flags hanging above my head, buildings and shops I had never seen before, or should I say never noticed before. 

Taxim Hill, the Oxford Street of Istanbul on a quiet dayTaxim Square, I realise I am tired, I am hot, I am hungry as I had no breakfast, and no money not even to buy a simit bread, but I take my mind off things as I watch the police arrive in their coaches plus a water canon vehicle. There must be a demonstration expected.

Part of Taxim Square with lots of riot police and a police water canon vehicleTaxim Square, but the walk had made me too hot, I was sweating, I was so wet, my shirt was wringing wet, but I had a course to start, I had to go on. It was embarrassing to stand their in this condition, but with the help of Mustapha (hara), the day started well.

Halfway through the morning, I had to stop my talk, as down in the street below a procession of young people marched past, it was a national celebration of youth. Bands played, drums beat, and voices shouted out. The Turkish people love to march it seems, and are very proud of their flag and founder, Ataturk (click). I hope they do not intend to use the water canon against the youths matching towards Taxim Square.

A march going towards Taxim Square in Istanbul for a national celebration of youthLa Cantine in Taxim Tunel Square, their wraps are tasty, the best.

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Mosquitos

The mosquito, I hate them.


A mosquitoOh poo poo. (click)

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Airline Food

From previous entries you may have seen the offering of food on aircraft as we jet across the blue sky, looking down at the white cloud tops, the rivers meandering down to the sea, the towns and cities, and the roads and railroads linking them.

I wonder how many people realise I am up here?

Aircraft food is pretty standard really in the quality, it differs in the content.

Turkish Airlines offer reasonable food for a three and a half hour flight. It is usually hot, and you do get a choice of two main meals, mostly chicken or pasta.

My last flight offered the usual, and in the cramped seating I was able to stave off my hunger.


Turkish Airlines foodcat on the mat or cat in the tree, and getting it wrong?

I do it a lot.

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Nude in London

For an up and coming trip to India to give a training course in PhotoReading (click to visit web) I had to apply for a visa to enter the country.

After arriving in Waterloo station, I walked across Waterloo bridge to Aldwych, and came across this statute.

Enjoy.

A nude on Waterloo Bridge
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INDEX

This index is an ongoing project that will last me a life-time.

A
Alexander, Graham                  1
Alma, Desa Palma               1

Ashford Publishing Radio
Ambiguity                            1,2

B
Bandler, Richard                       1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10,11,12,13,14,15,16,17,18
Britain, Great                            1
British                                       1                     
Bukit Mertajam                         1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10,11,12,13
Buzan, Tony                             1

C
Cause and Effect        
        
1
CBT see HCBT                    1 ,
Chinese New Year               1
,
Coaching                                  1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10,11,12,13,14,15,16
Comparative Deletions             1,
Complex Equivalence               1,
Content Reframe                     1
Context Reframe                      1
Cognitive Behavioral
           Therapy                        1

D

Deep Structure                        1,2,3
Demirel, Zümrüt                       1
Dualphone 3088                      1,2,3,4,5,6                         

E

Erikson, Milton                         1,2
England                                   1
English                                    1
Eye Accessing Cues            1  

F
Feedback                          1

G
Generalised Nouns                   1,
Glossary of NLP                        1
Golfera, Gianni                          1,2,3,4,5,6
Gong Xi Fa Cai                          1,
Grinder, John                            1,2,3,4,5,6,7
GROW Model                             1

H

Hawkers, Food                           1
HCBT see CBT                      1
Hoarding                             1
Holt, Phillip                          1
Hurricane Fighter Aircraft       1
Hypno-Cognitive 
   Behavioral Therapy®          1,

Hypnosis                                  1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10,11,12,13,14,15,16,17,18,19,20,21,22,23,24,25,
                                                                    26,27,28,29,30,31,32,33,34,35,36,37,38,39,40
I
Ibanoglu, Halil                 1,2
Iceland, a holiday
Isabella Plantation
               1

J

K
Kek Lok Si                         1
Kingston upon Thames        
1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10,11

L
La Cantine                               1,2,3,4,5
Lack of Referential Index         1,
Lost performative                    1,

M
Memory Techniques
Merdizan, Deniz                  1,2
Merlin Engine                     1
Meta Model                       1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10,11,12,13,14,15,16,17,18,19
Metaphor                          1 
Migraine                            1,2,3    
Miller, George                     1
,2,3,4,5,6,7    
Mind Maps                         1,2,3,4
Mind Reading                     1,
Modal Operators                 1,

N    
NOP
Nominalisation                    1,
Norbiton Hall                      1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10,11

O
O’Brian, Doug                   1

Oh Poo Poo web site
Ozen, Arzu                      1

P
Predicates                        1,
Predicates, Unspecified       1,

Presuppositions                 1

Q

R

Radio interviews
RAM Memory
Reframing                        1
   Six-Step Reframe           1
   Content Reframe           1
   Context Reframe            1
Richmond Park                  1,2
Rolls-Royce                     1 
Rotary Club    1
   

S
Sensory                            1
Six-Step Reframe                     1
Slingbox
SKYPE
SMART Model

SpitfireFighter Aircraft         1,2
Stage Hypnosis                        1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10,11,12,13,14,15,16,17,18,19,20,21,22,23,24,25,
                                                                    26,27,28,29,30,31,32,33,34,35,36,37,38,39,40
Statue on Waterloo Bridge
Strategy Elicitation
Surface Structure
Swans

T
Translators                          Arzu, Asu, AylinDeniz, Elena, Halil, Zümrüt
Transderivational Search         

U
UFO over London                  1
Universal Quantifier              1,
Unspecified Predicates          1,

V

W
Wetlands Center                  1,2,3,

X

Y
Yildirim, Asuman                 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10,11

Z

7 +/-1                                  1,2,3,4,5,6,7

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A Trip into London.

The trip back to the UK has been taken up by sorting business out, the bank, paying bills, organising future dates, tax affairs, and visas.

On this Friday, (tomorrow) I return to Istanbul Turkey, to give a number of courses, Coaching, Mind Maps, NLP Practitioner level, memory skills and what ever to organisers can throw at me.

I have an appointment in the UK on the 27th of the month for my health, and then fly to Bangalore, India on the 29th for a PhotoReading course, with a projected fifty participants. I need a visa to enter India, so off into London I go.

Sitting here on the train watching people on the way to work, reminds me of the days I would catch the train every morning. Not a word is spoken, people are in their own worlds, trying not to look into others eyes, reading the next persons newspaper, as the newspaper owner tries to hide the print, people catching-up on sleep.

There are smells, curries from last night, stale wine and beer, and what smells like tinned tuna meat. I wish there was a Dior perfume.

The sound of the train announcement “the next station is Wimbledon, please mind the gap between the train and the platform edge,” takes my mind away from the man next to me with an IPod playing some unknown music, all I hear is the bum bum bum. He seems to like it.

Now I hear that there are now train delays due to a power supply problem. Oh Poo Poo. (click to see.) but we are still speeding down the track. The worried look of the passenger faces tells me some will be late.

Thank goodness I have stopped this daily commute into the heart of London. I now only have to sit waiting for hours in airport departure lounges and cramped aircraft seats, listening to the beautiful languages of the world over loudspeakers I find difficult to tune into.

The grass is always greener on the other side.

We all think that other peoples lot, other peoples lives, are better than our own.
 
As we pull into Waterloo Station I think. Are other peoples lives better than mine?


Waterloo Station's main entrance not usually seen.Waterloo Station’s main entrance not usually seen.

Trains waiting to depart at Waterloo Station.I think not. I think my map of my territory is OK. (see here the Map is not the Territory)