Geroge House was fantastic...really wonderful and highly recommended. We got all packed up and ready for our dolmus back to Fethiye. It just so happened to be a National Sporting Weekend (no idea what the means) but the busses were jam packed and there was nothing to Selcuk, where we wanted to go. It's always an interesting experience at the bus depots. 5 guys say "No room" and then one somehow finds room on the same bus. He told us we would change once and then go to Selcuk....oh right! There was a group of 4 Aussie 20-somethings embarking on the adventure with us. I thought Americans were loud...sorry Aussies took the cake on this trip! No offense of course but woo-wee. So we were on this insanely crowded bus (I'm sure nothing like India but for Europe...) and there was this poor guy next to me, sweating like a sweaty something. He kept offereing me gum. Did I stink? It must have helped with his. I had also come down with a not so pleasant travel ailment (you all know what I mean) and a long, hot, crowded bus ride that went on and on was somewhat of a trial. We pulled up in this small town, got off, and that was it. No one to direct us to the next spot so we asked for "Selcuk" and finally this one man crowded us all in his minibus and started to drive. Another few hours later we arrive at another depot and they let us out. It was dark and quiet and Mike finds out that the last bus to Selcuk is gone. What???!!! After two transfers and 6 hours we were stranded. Mike saw this dolmus pass with 'Kusadasi' on the side, dropped his bag, and sprinted after them while all the Aussies looked defeated and pulled out their ciggies. Mike sprinted after it and was able to stop them but they wouldn't go to Selcuk, only Kusadasi so all aboard and we were off. I didn't care and we figured we could go to Selcuk later. When we got into town they asked us where we wanted to go and we, of course, had no idea so he just dropped us on the side of the road. Another couple in Cappadocia had given us a pamphlet for "Sezgin's Guesthouse" and the price 20YTL per night for 2 so we thought to give it a try. We stopped at a Restuarant to ask, having left the Aussie pack behind, and a man with perfect English knew Sezgin and gave him a call to come pick us up. Gotta love the connections.We got a Fanta, chatted with the smooth operator and Sezgin zoomed on up in his Van/car. I am trying to think of the best way to describe Sezzy. But it has just come to me...after all these months. A short legged, stauky, some-what muscely Viggo Mortenson. Weird, I know. He had lots of pictures all around of his trip to the states, standing by all the "Welcome to..." signs on the interstate. His place was dark and seemed dated but he gave us the deal on the brochure and took us to our room with a bright pink duvee. Hey, double bed and our own bathroom. This was luxury. He was a real bargainer and tried with all his might to get us to stay there and not go to Selcuk. "This place alive. Selcuk Quiet. This place many people. Selcuk Quiet. This place many bars. Selcuk no." Sounded like Selcuk was exactly where we wanted to be but once we got settled, and even though Kusadasi really wasn't our kind of place...we stayed for 4 nights and did a few side trips. We wandered all the streets, had attempted seductions by most of the leather salesman, and even helped Sezgin watch over the place when he stepped out. Funny times.
Ahhh Kusadasi.
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