Since Monday night I have been worried about my bank card which the Vakif banik machine down by the beach in Gumusluk ate. Tuesday morning I rode my bike there early to see if I could catch whoever was going to come and repair the machine; after having sat there for an hour, it became apparent that no-one would come on this Turkish holiday. Wednesday morning, too, I rode over and spoke to one of the taxi men who had a smidgen of English – he said that they might come that day or the next or the next (Why did Beckett’s Waiting for Godot come to mind, I wonder?). I gave my phone number and Seray’s to the Otopark guy, and he explained with sign language that he would take the card from the repairmen and phone me when it was there. Neither Seray nor Ilknur believed that would be possible; for security reasons, they thought that the men would have to take the card away somewhere. Anyway, amazingly, he called Wednesday at noon, saying that he had a card, but that he did not think it was a bank card. We zoomed down in Ilknur’s car and sure enough, it was my card (the otopark guy didn’t think it was a bank card because it does not have my name on it and probably that was why they gave it to him rather than bring it back to some bank somewhere). Joy!! My worry was dissipated.
That afternoon I hopped once again on my bike and rode over to Turgutreis, intending to get some money from a bank machine there, one attached to an actual open bank so that if anything went wrong, I could speak to a bank person. No problem – card went in, money came out, card came back out – yippee. I rode back along the beach promenade from Turgutreis to Kadikalesi; the first several kilometers of this walk are quite new and nicely surfaced, running between the beach and the many hotels and apartments lining the sea. These ranged from super luxurious, the La Blanche which looked like something out of Miami Beach and a multi-coloured hotel with a lap pool in front that reminded me of Waikiki, to the decrepit and ruined, all indiscriminately side by side. As the walk passed into Kadikalesi it became more or less a track along the beach and then disappeared entirely.
Late in the afternoon large cumulus clouds gathered over the valley and I could tell it was going to rain. I gathered up my korek stalks which I had placed earlier in the trees around one of Eyip’s figurative sculptures and took them back into the studio. A few minutes later, it started to pour, and with the rain, the animal chorus began. I am being bitten by beasts still and I still don’t know exactly what kind but ants, large and small, spiders, large and small, moths (do moths bite?), bees, mosquitoes, and a scorpion have graced my room. The insect traps seem to have diminished the crowd of ants but have no appreciable effect on the rest of the company.
This morning, it is fresh and rain-swept in the valley, with some soft clouds covering part of the sky.
See a few pictures here.