Buses

I hate buses, but I heard that the ones in Turkey are good.  Sure they are.  But the roads drive you insane.

I caught a bus from Nevşehir to Ankara (the ride having ended yesterday), a four-plus-hour trip, and it was like a mini-airplane: seating is allocated and ushered, there’s a toilet on board, the reclining seats have televisions, and a steward serves water, tea or coffee, and cake.  Very civilised.

The road, however, is far from polished.  It is re-patched instead of resurfaced and there is literally constant turbulence.  I have to sit in my horse-riding posture or the convulsions of the seat kill my kidneys.  The idea of a drink holder on my seat tray is absurd – my hot tea roils like it’s boiling.  It doesn’t exactly make writing easy, either!  I’m trying to recall travelling on a worse highway.  200km of this gets old fast.