First view of the Aegean
Our first view of the coastline as we headed towards Bodrum domestic terminal was a aqua-reminder of why we’ve made this move half-way around the globe. So much to explore, and now we have all the time in the world. We’re not restricted by a holiday time-limit, the days will just stretch before us now – ready to be filled.
It’s a funky set-up when you arrive into Bodrum via a long-haul international flight via a domestic flight. All of the domestic passengers get herded onto a bus to take them to the domestic terminal, and anyone coming from an international departure point get ushered onto a special bus to be personally escorted through the international terminal.
We’d already cleared immigration during our overnight stop in Istanbul, but we needed to clear customs in the international terminal. I was expecting a hive of activity at Bodrum’s international terminal, forgetting completely that it’s out of season and there’s probably no (or minimal) international flights during winter.
The handful of passengers we were with, collected their couple of bags and visited Duty Free before high-tailing it out of the terminal, while Red and I stood and waited for our caravan of cases to arrive.
It was so eerie to be in the terminal with no other passengers huddled around the carousel. Usually it’s a bun-fight, and manners seem to go out the window as weary travelers wrestle their bags off the carousel. But this time around, it was just two lonely Californian travelers waiting for our excess luggage.
Kudos to Turkish Airlines
Every single case showed up. And the oversized department at Bodrum Airport must have been opened up especially for us, just to deliver the bike and golf clubs.
Watched with Eagle Eyes
As Red and I struggled to navigate five stacked and heavily ladened airport trollies between us, two eagle-eyed customs guards watched nonchalantly.
Red and I relay-navigated the trollies towards them, and they genuinely seemed surprised when we headed in their direction. Did they think we were setting up home inside the terminal? Both rushed over to the power outlet, and their beast of an Xray machine shuddered into life, eagerly awaiting it’s opportunity to digest our cases.
After a casual manual inspection of our belongings, they pointed at the two biggest cases at the bottom of the pile (just to be difficult) and gestured towards their machine. We man-handled the cases into the machine’s jaws, and they tumbled out the other side as we were waved off towards the exit.
The trolley relay began again … and we made it to the exit with a hero’s welcome!
Well actually you could hear a pin drop.
But, we were relieved to see our car-rental guy who’d been patiently waiting for our delayed flight to arrive. And he had our “big car” waiting for us as requested.
Thus began the loading process.
Final Leg of the Journey
It was touch’n go as to whether our luggage would fit in the car, but with magic and a sprinkle of fairy-dust we squeezed our life into this moving tin can.
We both paid the price.
My seat was bolt up right, and my knees were crammed against the glove compartment all the way home, and Red couldn’t see out the back window.
It’s amazing that the cases didn’t all tumble out when we opened the doors …
These poor cases have had quite an adventure … and their final leg of the journey was up our garden path and into our home……