Wednesday, 8 August 2012
The early bird....
Yesterday, Tuesday, was market day in Milas. I am reluctant to venture out anywhere at the moment because it's just too hot, and the walk up the hill to our house is a killer. But I was in need of vegetables so decided the best thing to do would be to set off early.
I walked down to the village at 7.15am and it's a hive of activity at this time. Men, women and children marching down to the collection point with the milk from their cows, in all shapes and sizes of containers, transported on the backs of tractors, in hand carts, shopping trolleys, or simply carried by hand.
Bread being delivered to the shop. Groups of men waiting for service buses to their jobs out of the village. Tractors heading off to the fields, with trailers attached carrying women about to undertake a hard day's work.
For some silly reason I thought there wouldn't have been many people on the 7.30am bus. I couldn't have been more wrong. It was packed like sardines.
I had enough time to buy my vegetables in Milas market and made my way back to the bus station with 5 minutes to spare to catch the 8.30am bus back to the village. Only it had left early. I had been so pleased with myself for making the decision to do my shopping early and return home before it got too hot and now found myself having to wait for the next bus.
This is where it becomes annoying. On market day the regular timetable goes out of the window. After the 8.30am bus has left, the drivers will not head back to the village until they have 10 passengers on board.
So I waited...and waited...and waited. Two hours! By which time it was very hot and I was extremely bad tempered. The bus left just after 10.30am and I struggled up the hill with my shopping, arriving home just after 11.00.