Wednesday, 21 March 2012
A Day Out
I went over to Bodrum today, with a list of things to do. The first, and the most pleasant, was to meet up with fellow blogger Annie from BacktoBodrum blog. Unfortunately it was just a fleeting visit, because of my list. Annie is as lovely as I imagined she would be, and I very much look forward to meeting her again soon, and spending a little longer with her.
Next on the list was the Turkish Airlines office. The other day I received a call from THY call centre advising me that some of my flights had been cancelled, and re-booked, and that I should call the customer service centre for more information. I did just that and discovered that they had rebooked flights for me that were really inconvenient. One would have arrived at Heathrow in the early hours of the morning, which meant that the previous flight from Bodrum to Istanbul would leave me waiting at the airport for 8 hours.
The time of the return journey from Heathrow to Istanbul remained the same, but the Istanbul to Bodrum flight was much later, leaving me with a further 7 hours at the airport.
After much discussion, satisfactory flights were re-booked. However, for some reason they couldn't email me the amended eticket, and I had to go to the office in Bodrum to have it re-issued. So now it's all sorted.
Next I met up with Gwen, and together we called into a hotel in Gumbet to collect a packet that had been left there for Mr A. Apparently, one of his friends had returned from a trip to Belgium a couple of weeks ago and Mr A had asked him to bring some chocolate for me. I was told it would be waiting in Reception. It wasn't. I spoke to Mr A on the phone and he suggested I call in to his friend's restaurant to see if he had the chocolates with him. He didn't. He had indeed left them in the hotel reception, so we reckoned that someone must have eaten them. He was so apologetic but of course it wasn't his fault, and it was very kind of him to have made the effort. He is due to go to Belgium again soon and has promised me some more.
Gwen and I stopped for a coffee, then I set off to the bus station, calling into Migros supermarket on the way to pick up some flea collars for the dogs.
In the meantime, Mr A phoned to say he wasn't required in Kusadasi for a couple of days so he was on his way home. I met him and we returned home together.
While I was out and about I had a further call from the girl at the bank call centre to let me know that the Social Security department had sorted out the problem with paying our insurance online. It was hours before I could try it again, by which time the problem had resurfaced. I guess I'll have to brave the bank queues tomorrow.
I haven't seen Mr A all evening. He has been shut in our tiny bathroom for the past 3 hours, giving Poppy a much needed haircut. Makes a change from the woodwork!