I have never had any sense of direction...ever. I lived in my home town for more than 40 years but still got lost on more than one occasion.
I set off for Izmir on the bus from Milas this morning. I decided to take a taxi to the apartotel as from the reviews on Tripadvisor, it wasn't easy to find. However I didn't bank on the taxi driver not knowing how to find it either.
I tried desperately to follow the route he was taking so that I could get my bearings, but once we hit Alsançak he hadn't a clue where he was going. He stopped and asked people, he set off...got lost again, asked again...set off...got lost again, and so on. A journey that should have taken about 20 minutes maximum actually took almost an hour.
Eventually I booked in. I had reserved a standard double room but on special requests I had asked for a bath and also a smoking room. To achieve both these requests I had been upgraded to an apartment, with a double bedroom, sitting room, kitchen, dining area and bathroom with an enormous bath. All this at no extra charge! The kitchen is equipped with a full sized fridge, pots and pans etc, so as I didn't want to be out after dark in an unfamiliar area, decided to find the nearest supermarket.
I got directions from reception and a map (at this point I would mention that maps are of no use to me at all...can't read them and they confuse me even more than I already am).
I found a Migros supermarket and bought a few things to eat for tonight and tomorrow night, and then I spotted a bottle of Prosecco!!! I almost danced around the store. I didn't think it existed in Turkey. So I hesitated, because the price on the shelf said 45 lira...I hardly ever buy wine and if I do it's cheap plonk at around 9 lira a bottle. Anyway I justified it because my friend had paid for my hotel, so I thought I would treat myself. I was so busy getting anxious about finding my way back to the hotel that I didn't stop to think about how much my total bill was....more of that later.
I came out of Migros and headed back to the hotel (at least I attempted to head back) but I got hopelessly lost. I had the number of the street, but there seemed to be no logical order to the street numbers. I must have asked about 20 people where the hotel was and no-one knew. I walked up and down the same street about 6 times, stopping to ask directions...but no-one could help.
Finally I went into another shop and asked and one of the customers said he knew where I needed to go so he kindly escorted me all the way to the hotel. The kindness of Turkish people never fails to amaze me.
I am meeting my friend Maxine tomorrow to spend the day with her. She is flying tonight. I am very much looking forward to catching up with her again. But if you are by some chance reading this Maxine, please please come and find me tomorrow morning. I don't dare set foot outside again on my own or I could be lost for days.
Oh and the bottle of Prosecco....when I checked the receipt it was a hell of a lot more than I thought. So much so that I am too embarrassed to say. I phoned Kaya and told him, explaining that I would take it back to the shop tomorrow. He told me not to be so silly and that I should just enjoy it. Of course I feel guilty, but he did a lot to make me feel less so.
So now I am going to have a long hot soak in the enormous bath, followed by a glass or two of wine and some food.
Hope you are all having a good evening wherever you are.