Then the next item on the agenda was to get phone call from Alex's colleague, Deborah, who was travelling with friends to Bulgaria and would be in Istanbul for the day. Deborah is working at Space Camp in Izmir, Turkey this summer and she had a week off to travel. Just by chance, as we were walking away from the ticket agency, I heard Alex's phone ring, which he had set to "Bullfrog" and thus didn't recognize as his own phone ;P Anyway, we met up, had lunch, walked around Taksim, and this is what we saw:
More people from the Turkish class at the University of Arizona! What a small world...
Anyway, after hanging out all afternoon, we realized we should probably pack. It was not the finest packing job, as we would learn later throughout our trip. We got ourselves up to the ticket agency on time, and then we waited... for an hour... for the servis to arrive (our real bus was scheduled to leave at 8pm). When the shuttle finally arrived, the driver looked like he had a commando mission to perform. We hurtled through traffic, barely missing pedestrians, ignoring red lights, out-maneuvering all others to get to that Otogar. We made it just in time, but not in time for anything else (like dinner). At least Turkish intercity busses actually have snacks, tea, and water for free. The first rest stop was at midnight, near Ankara, and I was hungry enough to have a reststop meal. (Luckily, there was no punishment for this folly). There was one more stop at 4am, and we arrived in Konya around 6am. The next day...
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