Traffic in the Capital

I was told that there are no "traffic rules" in Turkey, only "traffic suggestions." I am now a believer.

We came back from Ataturk's Mausoleum (and his was an unbelievable visionary, leader and activist, if you call mounting a revolution being "activist"). The driver, Mentin, was able to avoid pedestrians that sprang out of nowhere, and taxi (taksi) cabs that are ubiquitous. All was well and good till we mounted the last hill to the hotel. It is a one-way, narrow street that is clearly marked "No Parking". If I could understand that after being here 24 hours, you'd think locals drivers could. But no. They choose to park half on the sidewalk and half on the street, leaving a narrow passage. But the bus is BIG. Mentin made it halfway up and could go no farther. Take a look at that second photo!

Mentin sought help. He went to some strong men on the street, and they walked to the car and tried to lift it onto the sidewalk. Not much luck! And the driver still hadn't shown his face. We literally inched by with the help of some people on the ground.

Adventures! That's what Elderhostel is all about!