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Possibly still drunk this morning after last night, although let's face it, I got in at 5am and left at 8am, so I only got a two hour power nap before heading off to Fethiye. Fethiye was only supposed to be a short four hour bus ride, if only I had known what I was actually up for today, I made have laid off the sauce last night. Who am I kidding, no I wouldn't have.
I crawled out of bed at around 7am and realized to my horror that I still needed to pack up my stuff, which as usual was everywhere. I crammed everything into my backpack, thanking god that I had decided to travel light and that pacing was no longer a delicate game of tetris, whereby I have to pack everything with absolute precision or I can't close my bag.
I loaded up and went down stairs to pay my bill and to order a cab. The cab arrived and I jumped in for the fifteen or so minute ride down to the Otogar. Once there I realized I was early and decided that breakfast might be a good plan, especially in the state I was in. so I sat down at the only café there and had a coke and a cheese, salami and tomato toasted sandwich. The proprietor had asked me what I wanted but I just went with one of his suggestions.
The bus to Fethiye was a lot smaller than the giant bus that had brought me to Kusadasi and for a while there were only three of us on it. I got on the bus at 9:30am and spent the first three hours drifting in and out of consciousness, occasionally banging my head on the window.
When we reached Mugla, we were all made to get off the bus and then piled onto another bus, which was almost full. This is where the nightmare started. This bus seemed to stop everywhere, it was more like a dolmus than a coach. For those that don't know, a dolmus (pronounced dolmush) is a Turkish mini bus that only travels short distances and stops about every twenty meters to pick people up, or where ever he sees a potential passenger walking along his route.
The first time it stopped, just two minutes out of Mugla Otogar a big fat Turkish lady got on and sat in the spare seat next to me, even though there were other sets of two seats available. I had now, pretty much hit the wall and was hung over, the bus was air conditioned, but not as well as the last bus and I now had this large woman pressed up against me sweating all over me. Not only that, but as I already knew, the drive into Fethiye from here is through the mountains and twists and turns all the way.
I began to count the small towns we went through, Dalyan, Koycegiz, Ula and on and on it went like that for the next three hours. We finally reached Fethiye Otogar at about 4pm and it was blindingly hot. I jumped into a cab and asked the driver to take me to V-Go's Guesthouse, one of the pros about staying at all the old Fez places is that everyone, everywhere you go knows where they are.
I reached V-Go's and checked in and immediately went up to my room and passed out of the world for the next few hours. I woke up at about 8pm and having not eaten a real meal all day decided to go for a walk into the town to get food. It took about fifteen minutes to walk in and it was still really hot. I ended up at a place called Zeki's where I had an amazing Turkish yoghurt kebab. I had a bit of a look around the shops before walking all the way back to V-Go's an crashing out for the night.
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