HERE so I'll just update you.
At last I have the book in my hand. This book was originally posted by a bookshop in Istanbul. My postbox address in Milas was type-written correctly on the package, so I have no idea why it ended up in a cargo office in Fethiye.
The woman at the cargo office who kindly phoned my friend in Fethiye because she recognised my name, also took further initiative and forwarded it on to their office in Milas, the same day, at no extra cost.
Of course if the book had been delivered to my postbox at the Post Office it wouldn't have been a problem collecting it, because it's in the centre of town.
I had no idea where this particular cargo office was situated, so I phoned Mr A to ask if he knew. He was certain that it was in a road behind the Tansaş supermarket in the centre of Milas, so I set off to collect it yesterday morning.
Unfortunately, it turned out to be a different cargo office entirely, and I was actually on the phone to Mr A whilst I was in the wrong cargo office. I handed the phone over to the girl behind the desk and she spoke to Mr A to give him directions to the correct cargo office.
It turned out that it was on the outskirts of Milas, and by this time I had decided that I really couldn't be bothered to walk miles to get there, or to find a bus to take me. So I went to the dolmuş station to get my bus back home.
The bus was crowded, and I managed to get the last available seat right at the back, and we set off. Mr A phoned me and asked where I was. I told him and he asked me to pass the phone to the driver. Oh what a performance...passing the phone to the passenger in front of me, who passed it on until it reached the driver. They had a few words which I couldn't hear, then the phone was passed back to me.
Mr A told me that the driver would take me to the cargo office but that I must be careful as he would have to pull up while I crossed a very busy road to the office.
So...we reached the cargo office. I got off the bus and diced with death across two dual carriageways to the cargo office, where I collected my book, and took my life in my hands crossing back over the road to the bus. It took me some time, but no-one minded at all. I thanked the driver and of course he replied "you're welcome".
I know I've often mentioned the way that the drivers are happy to make detours to drop people off or to collect things for them, but this is the first time I've had it happen to me,and I did feel a little embarrassed about keeping everyone waiting.
I shouldn't have worried. On the way back to our village, we made two further detours. One to collect a man and two containers of something or other, and another miles away to one of the other villages in the area which doesn't have a bus service, to drop someone off.
I just love our dolmuş drivers!
The book that I almost didn't receive looks good. I can't wait to read it.