Day 77 (Turkey): Ankara (moving day - “What do you know?”)

Today was moving day - things actually turned out to be rather uncomplicated. Much less so than I expected. After a wonderful breakfast (my last one at Haluk’s and Guler’s) - during which Guler made sure that I had eaten loads and loads, we packed my disabled bike and the rest of my equipment into the car and went to a hotel. Haluk’s friend runs it - it is upscale one for which I get a good price.

Haluk’s friend inquires about what has happened. I sort of shrugged and told him. He also asked me where the package was. Mr. B. indicated earlier that the package might be in Paris still - but that he was unable to tell for sure. So I relayed that. Haluk’s friend: “What do you know?” Good question. My answer: “All I know is that I paid money for the shipment, but I don’t know where it is.”

Haluk and I bid farewells - again. I spent the rest of the afternoon walking around downtown Ankara and trying to figure out when the package may arrive. I got an email from Mr. T in which he said that everyone here is working very hard on your case, yada yada. What I was missing was a - however brief - apology as to what had happened all day long yesterday. But maybe that is too much to ask. Mr. B. called shortly after and confirmed that the package is in Istanbul and that the delivery is scheduled for Wednesday morning. I heard something like this before. But keep your fingers crossed. Thanks for all your messages of support that literally came from all over … Philippines, Belgium, Germany, England, Italy, Mexico, Chile, Switzerland, South Africa (I hope I didn’t forget anyone).