Sunday, 4 March 2012
Mr A set off to Kusadasi yesterday (Saturday) in readiness for the start of his latest job selling carpets. This should start on 15th March but he's been asked to be available until then in case they have unexpected group bookings. Naturally he won't start earning a salary until the official date of the 15th, but if he manages to sell anything before then, he will earn commission. So it's better for him to be there twiddling his thumbs than here. And it stops him spending dawn till dusk sawing and hammering lumps of wood.
There is a wooden object that is a work in progress, a bench seat for the balcony, but that will have to wait until he's back here.
Silly man packed his suitcase before he set off, and I asked him if he had everything, and he said he had. Actually he hadn't. In fact he had left half a dozen essential items at home.
As it was sunny today, although still chilly, I decided to bus over to meet him and take the rest of his things. To save a bit of time, I got the village dolmuş to Milas, then the dolmuş to Soke, which isn't too far from Kusadasi, and it saved me getting another dolmuş from Soke.
I boarded the earliest village bus, along with a dozen more people, each laden with various large containers of olives, bags of vegetables, and other things. Sunday is the day for visiting family and the villagers never go empty-handed, so it was a tight squeeze.
I only had to wait 2 minutes at Milas for the Soke dolmuş to leave, and there were just two other passengers. We set off at a snail's pace, collecting more and more passengers on the way, each loaded down with goodies for their families. At one point I was forced to hang on to a large plastic container of olives between my knees as there was no other space for it. You know, you just don't have a choice about such things in Turkey. You just do it. They would think you very odd if you didn't.
We gradually shed passengers as we approached Soke, until there was only one elderly lady (with lots of bags) and me. Just before the turn-off to the otogar, the bus driver took a left turn towards the industrial estate, while he was chatting away to the woman about where she lived. We were in fact making a detour, which added on another 10 minutes, so that she could be dropped right outside her house.
Finally I arrived at the otogar much later than planned (almost a 2 hour journey rather than the 1hr 10mins quoted by the driver). And because the bus from Milas to the village only runs every 2 hours on Sunday mornings, and there are only two in the afternoon...2pm and 6pm, Mr A and I had less than an hour to grab a coffee, before I set off on my return journey. I arrived in Milas in time for the 2pm bus with just minutes to spare.
Söke isn't a particularly attractive town, unless you want to visit the large shopping outlet on the outskirts, or if you have time to see the historical site of Priene about 15 km away. However, the journey can be pleasant, particularly the drive past Bafa Lake
I may go over there again some time.....but never on Sunday.