Yes, I'm still singing the praises of our dolmuş drivers.
Mr A, as you know, is in Kusadasi. He has a friend with a motorbike there who needs to charge his battery. Mr A has a motorbike battery charger in his shed...here.
No problem. I had to go into Milas this morning, so I took the battery charger in a plastic bag and under instructions from Mr A, as soon as I got onto the dolmuş I rang him and handed the phone over to the driver. Conversation finished, I then handed the bag to the driver.
When the driver gets to the bus station, he will hand the bag to the Soke bus driver. When the bus reaches Soke, the Soke driver will hand it to the driver of the bus going to Kusadasi, where Mr A will collect it.
If you've lived in Turkey for a while you will recognise that this is a very common occurrence. Drivers will take things from one town to another for you at no charge at all. So within a couple of hours, Mr A will be able to lend the charger to his friend.
And while I'm at it, I'd like to also praise post office workers, and in particular those in the sorting office in Milas.
Last year I had a friend in England who would occasionally send me a parcel of chocolate. Some parcels are too big to fit in the small postboxes, so you have to collect them from the office. The first time I received a parcel I collected it from the office, and told the man in charge that I would receive more from time to time. From then on he always recognised me and knew my name. I mentioned one day that the parcels contained chocolate, so he made sure that he always put them in a cool place awaiting my collection, particularly in the middle of summer. As a thankyou I would open my parcel before leaving the office and give him some of my chocolate.
I have a new reciprocal arrangement with a friend in London who sends me filter coffee and I send her spices and herb teas. The post from England to Milas normally takes a week. A month or so ago my parcel was delayed. It was just over two weeks before I found it at the post office. There is a new man in charge of the sorting office now, and it transpired that a slip of paper should have been put in my postbox to inform me that my parcel was waiting in the sorting office. It didn't happen on that occasion but the man located my parcel and was full of apologies for the oversight.
A new parcel was posted on the Monday of last week. I was in Milas anyway this Monday so checked in the sorting office, in the hope that it had arrived. As soon as I entered the office, the man immediately addressed me by my name (what a memory, after one meeting over a month ago!) and told me there were no parcels for me. I wasn't too concerned because post can be delayed at times.
So while I was in Milas today I was certain my parcel would have arrived by now, and again when I entered the office, the man greeted me by name and informed me that there was still no sign of my parcel. He started to tell me something but he was speaking very quickly and I didn't entirely understand what he was saying. I asked if he minded if I rang my husband to talk to him, and not only was he happy to wait for me to do this, but he offered me a chair and got someone to bring me tea.
After a conversation with Mr A over the phone, Mr A told me that the man would look out for my parcel, phone Mr A when it had arrived and also arrange for it to be delivered to our village, and that he would let him know when this would happen. So I thanked the man and with a smile on his face he told me he was happy to help.
Haven't I always said how helpful people are in this country? Sometimes it's all too easy to take it for granted, and writing this post is my way of making sure that I don't.
You may be interested in a post by Annie at Back to Bodrum blog, if you haven't already seen it. Another lovely story about dolmuş drivers. You can read it HERE