Inside the dolmus ...

Anne and I boarded the dolmus near the Jandarma - Jane told the driver we were her relatives, and where we wished to go - Anne heard the word abla -

In the tea garden, shaded by a mulberry tree, old men read newspapers or played cards - 

Strange meats hung from hooks in the butcher's shop opposite - 

The courteous driver of the dolmus knitted his dark brow when we asked how much the fare was - 

Women in brown trousers and white head scarves got on board - 

Soon we set off, driving through the village to Akyaka - 

I clasped the small satchel Marylyn had given me - 

I heard mysterious words in Turkish - 

En route to Akyaka

Dolmus

22 May 2014