Jul 02, 2007
The other thing that I should mention about the bus ride is that to me it seemed quite hair-raising, the bus driver quite frequently trying to overtake on blind corners and up-hill at the same time. Often taking his eyes off the road for what seemed like 5 to 10 seconds at a time, explaining to his junior co-pilot the finer points of road safety. But I suppose everyone in Turkey expects that this is the way people drive, allowing for such aforementioned idiosyncracies. Or so I led myself to believe. Anyway, as the Arabs say "Insha'Allah" translated roughly to "If it is God's will". We made it to Pamukkale alive. So it was willed!
We caught a bus from Marmaris to Pamukkale. It was an interesting experience to say the least. First of all, the service on the bus was akin to that of the service you would expect on a long haul flight, say from UK to Australia. Our in-flight host was very professional and friendly, serving drinks regurlarly and making sure we were comfortable. Then there was the Turkish style of Film that they show. It was very violent to say the least (many English officers died as a result of that film), but it seemed to us that the hero of the film, even though he was quite a blood thirsty fellow, was acting in an honerable manner. I'm sure that in an English language film he would have been the villain, probably portrayed as a terrorist no doubt. Nationalist propaganda is strong from all sides; English, Turks and every other nation that ever existed indulges in such niceties to stir-up national pride thus ensuring national security (or so they say).