We woke up early the next morning in anticipation for our boat trip to visit Cold Water Spring, Butterfly Valley, and Blue Cave and after a full night of sleep I was ready to face the day. The seaside breakfast only helped set the mood for a great day and round 9:30 AM we once again crowded up on a dolmus to take us to downtown Fethiye. However, we didn’t stop at the same spot we did last time but in front of a random Turkish bank next to a gas station.
Waiting for the bus
We anticipated our driver to be Turkish late so the first fifteen minutes after our initial arrival wasn’t that bad. It was when we reached thirty minus we got antsy and then after 40 minutes we got mad. We started asking Gökhan where the driver was at, have you called the guy, the boat leaves in 10 minutes *exaggerating a bit (we were at least a 25 min drive away from the beach), I guess we aren’t going? Was our final conclusion and voila up drives a jank van to pick us up.
After we got on the bus and started moving worry struck all of us. The fifteen of us gathered on the bus and we thought it might just fall apart at that very moment and once we started moving it got worse. Deven and Gabe, two pretty big guys, were sitting and there seat was shaking so viciously that Deven decided to just stand instead. All the way up the mountain we kept making jokes about how the wheels would fall off, the back seat would fly out the back door and the van would end up stranded on the side of the road. It wasn’t until the bus driver stopped at a little spot on the mountain, got off, and started smoking that we realized something was up.
First, we were told we were waiting on another bus. And secondly, we were told the truth which was that the boat was not working. It was then anger started spewing out from everyone’s pores. Nihan, one of the quietest people I have ever met, was so mad he was sharing words with the driver. The other group who had also got on the bus with us was taken away in a separate bus and we all got back on the other bus and headed back down.
We gathered back into the bus and headed back towards downtown Fethiye where stopped at Easy Riders, the company we had booked our trip through. It was then the truth came out. The boat had been broken even before we had left the hotel that morning but rather than telling us they still had the bus take us half way there and then tell us that it wasn’t working. It was like a meeting with the Turkish mafia as everyone sat in this glass room and talked about the events that had just taken place.
While we waited we were met by the other group who was taken away by the other bus. They had unfortunately been taken all the way to the beach and had to take a taxi back to downtown Fethiye. They happily just got there money back and with a little exchange of words with managers.
Of course, they tried to first get us on another boat trip later that day but after the shenanigans we had just dealt with nobody wanted any part of that.One person even wanted our money back plus 10 lira each for our trouble and wasted time on holiday. Let’s just say that didn’t happen. This person proceeded to follow our initial seller of the trip back to his moped and share with him his opinion about what had happened.This scene drew a crowd as me and others sat and watched. I am very upset I missed this prime photo opportunity. Anyways, after the argument was over the only compensation we got for our time was a “free” ride back to the hotel and a reimbursement from the boat trip we didn’t take. It
The rest of the day was spent at the beach splashing around in the sea behind our hotel. By 3pm, we had all pretty much forgotten about how awful our morning had been and no one really wanted to bring it up because tension sprung up at the mention of Easy Riders or the name Fatih Bay. The day wasn’t a complete waste and we ended up booking a different boat trip through our hotel. It didn’t include Butterfly Valley or Blue Cave but after the morning we had just had nobody was in the mood for complaining.