Mon 03/08/09 03:32

I’m in Bodrum, Turkey right now. The path here was a long and difficult one… don’t you just love stories that start with a challenge? I decided to head to Bodrum this morning after reading about it last night. It’s basically a big tourist spot with lots of people, and lots to do, from what I read. At the time I thought that sounded good, a little touristy could be fun. After I got my bus ticket I went back to the hostel to book a room here for the night and found out that there weren’t any available. It didn’t really concern me though because I thought that the lack of rooms was based on the fact that I was trying to book a room on the same day, and so the daring Ken came out. I’ll just go and see what happens. The thing is, is the daring Ken kind of retreated the closer we got to Bodrum, and by the time I got here I was a little concerned that I wouldn’t be able to find a room. I took some screenshots of the different hostels and their addresses in Antalya before I left so I thought I try the largest hostel thinking that they’d have a better chance of having extra rooms. We got into Bodrum at 845pm and after a little bit I jumped on a service bus to the hotel, a service bus is more like a van that does routes, the driver is going to tell me where I need to get off the bus, at least that was the plan. We’re weaving through huge amounts of traffic and the driver would yell out a spot and some people would get out and others would get on, just like a regular bus. We’ve been driving for about 45 minutes and I see the sign to the Otopark (bus station) and I figured out that the driver had forgot about me and I was back at the bus station where I had started. J Sooo… the driver apologized profusely gives me my money back and puts me on the next service bus. By now it’s about 10, oh and I forgot to mention my nerves were starting to get to me that I was going to get to the hotel and find out that they didn’t have any rooms. I was thinking about lying and saying that I made reservations, I was watching where the bus was going looking for a place that was hidden that I could sleep if I couldn’t get a room, you know, a secluded tree or behind a dumpster somewhere out of the way, but basically I was getting nervous. Now the second trip on the service bus was starting and my nerves were pretty much gone, I had that desperate feeling. The bus drops me off and I’m in the middle of a dark road with a couple of buildings with no light on around me. I know that I’m in the middle of the city, but by looking at what was around I could have been dropped off at midnight halfway between Gallop and Farmington from the lack of people and lights. So I just started walking, and came upon a hotel. Was my luck changing? It wasn’t the hotel that I was looking for, but any port in a storm, right? They had a room too, they said it was 30 Lyras, which is about 20 dollars. My luck was changing, perfect price and best of all I don’t have to use my backpack as a pillow. So they ring it up on the credit card and the receipt says, 60 liras… hold on, that’s double so I bring it to the guys attention and he said no, it was 30 euros. Bullshit, I know what I heard. Back to the nerves… the fact that I found a place with space had made life good, and the thought that I would have to leave and wander around some more didn’t seem too enticing, so in the world of “a fool and his money is soon parted” I paid the 30 euros and said, “thanks.”  So the guy leads me to my room and I go in, he leaves, and the room is dirty, dirty ashtray, beds not made, soap open in the bathroom, and to top it off no air conditioning. J I love  backpacking. My instincts told me to complain, but my mind told me to ignore the bad, so I’m sitting here writing to you about the experience.

  

Okay, now that the rant is over, let me just say about my first impressions of Bodrum… Holy Shit! The place is packed with people and cars, and although it’s night and I didn’t get a great look at the geography, from what I did see, it’s absolutely beautiful. I can’t wait until I get to wander around tomorrow.

  

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