Tuesday, 3 August 2010
The wrong bus
This morning I caught an early bus at 7.30am from the village to the main road. As I got off the village bus I saw the Bodrum bus on the other side of the dual carriageway, so I waved and the driver waited for me.
Unfortunately it wasn't the Bodrum bus. I just got on without looking at the front of the bus because it was the same style as the Bodrum bus. It was in fact going to a place called Gulluk. But I didn't realise this until about 10 minutes into the journey, it suddenly turned off the main road. The bus was pretty crowded and I struggled to get to the front to ask the driver if this bus was in fact going to Bodrum. "No" he said "but don't worry, just sit down and I will sort it out"....or words to that effect. So I sat back down, and waited. The driver phoned someone on his mobile phone and I couldn't hear what he was saying except that Bodrum was mentioned. We continued on this road for about 15 minutes, and I have to admit I was getting a little anxious.
Then I saw a bus coming in the opposite direction. Both drivers flashed their lights and sounded their horns and pulled up parallel to each other. The drivers had a brief conversation and I was told to get off the bus and on to the other one. I offered to pay for the journey so far, but the driver just told me to give it to the other driver.
This bus was even more crowded, and I found myself perched precariously on a 6 inch high plastic stool in the gangway...hoping desperately that it wouldn't break under my weight....and we continued back the way I had come, and on to the main Bodrum road.
I finally arrived, having added about 40 minutes to my journey, and was only charged an extra 2 lira for the adventure.
This is the first time ever in 12 years that I can recall getting on the wrong bus...but thanks to kind and helpful Turkish bus drivers, I had no need to worry. They always make sure you get to your final destination.