The Bus stop marathon

Picture - Note If you look carefully at the back of the picture you will see the bus stop...

Recapping - After the reception commotion we walk out of the hotel in search of this bus stop. We get quite excited when we see the hotel bus. Thinking this is the bus we take to town we race towards it. Only to discover there is no driver inside. Thinking that he is on his break we manage to track down someone to ask. We get informed that the hotel bus won't take us to Denizli town. For crying out loud whats the use of having that bus then?

The guy points to a bus stop which can hardly be seen over a GIANT hill. Feeling frusturated we set out to walk there. The weather is boiling hot and were both about to collapse at the thought of walking all that way. We stopped at a point to question if the bus stop is 1 or 2 kms away from us. We decide to cheat the system and cut across the hill through the grass area. First we decide to smack on some sunscreen to protect ourselves. God knows how long it will take to walk there.
I start to climb on top of this hill, which is mainly rocks when I feel things poking at my leg. When I look there I notice giant ants. They are like bull ants trying to bite my leg. Screaming my lungs out that I'm getting bitten to death, I lose my balance and almost tumble down. I quickly smack the ants off my feet, while some inconsiderate person is laughing at me. You know who you are. Would it had killed you to get the ants off me rather than laugh ur face off?

We decide to take the longer route. Better to be safe then sorry. We start our hike and soon realise that we should have stopped half way to have a picnic. We continue the hike and start to smile when we see the road and possibly a bus stop ahead.

Finally we arrive at the bus stop and party at the thought of shade. Soon the Dolmus (A small Turkish bus) arrives and we jump on. We stroll to the back of the bus and plant ourselves down. The bus feels hot and sticky. We admire the views as the bus drives off. We past through Pammukale and its surrounding until we finally arrive in Denizli town like an hour later. God that felt like a never ending bus ride.

We jump off the bus to glance around to see nothing but buses. The town seems deserted and in the middle of no where. You can tell that the people that live here are mostly small village people. Their accent is different. They stare at you realising your from a big city. They pin point and make comments about you. You almost feel like a foreigner in your own country.

We enter through theses doors where all the ticket booths are. Before I can even glance around I'm attacked by some guy asking me where I want to go. I inform him that I want to go to Marmaris. He points to a booth and tells me that, the only place I can get tickets to Marmaris is at that stand. Realising this guy is bullshitting I decide to head to that booth to get tickets anyway.

I ask for two tickets to Marmaris and the guy throws a random price at me. Thinking this is per person I get money together only to realise its the total price. I become excited at the fact that its not too expense. I suppose its only a 4 hour trip to Marmaris but still. We manage to purchase our tickets and I feel relieved.

We decide to buy some Simit (Bread kind Pretzel) for some reason. We stand in line when people push their way through. Some woman decides to play with all the Simits in the tray until she freakin decides which one she wants. For fucks sake woman just grab one. I'm practically turned off by the idea after she hand gropped all of them.

After a minor pit stop, actually I don't even think I went as the toilets were sinking; we board a bus to go to Pammukale for the day. I think we pay something like $2.50 to go to the site. The driver ensures to drop us off at the top. We stroll down the bus and find a seat to plant ourselves down again. I'm quite excited as this is something I've been wanting to see for many years and to do it with a friend is even better. Were both Pammukale virgins.

Watching the view, we head towards Pammukale. We stop at the edge of some road near some town. A woman and her kids want to get on the bus but the woman starts to yell her lungs out at the bus driver. Wandering what the fuck is going on I poke my head to see the woman complaining that she doesn't want to pay for her kids. Finally the woman storms off swearing her head off when the bus driver slams the door and we drove off.

The trip continues until we reach the top of the cliff and can see the beautiful layers of white staring at us.

At this point I take a deep breathe and tell myself I'm in Pammukale, how lucky am I?