I was chatting online with my daughter, bemoaning the fact that I wouldn't be home for the Bayram holiday and wishing myself over the Aegean Sea to Bodrum. I then flicked on to Facebook to read that friends in Bodrum were already suffering the effects of the influx of city drivers. In Turkey, a car registration plate declares its place of origin. Istanbul is 34, Ankara 06, and Izmir 35 etc. It is mostly alphabetical with a few new counties tacked on the end. In the South, we dread the hoards of 34 plate cars descending on to our narrow roads, bringing their bad city driving habits to add to our own pretty ropey ones. The average 34 plate driver seems to spend hours driving round and round before eventually finding the worst place to park, usually blocking a local's access to their front door or barricading them in. Traffic accidents multiply as tempers flare and the best thing to do at this time of year is lock your car keys away for a week and try to stay at home. So I retract my wish to be home for the holiday, despite missing husband, daughter and dog, because I am in the best place for Bayram - a traffic free island. I plan to fly home on Sunday, when the hoards will be returning to the cities.
An example of bad parking on Hydra, these animals deserve 34 plates. I was always told never to walk too close to the back end of a donkey, it's impossible to follow that advice here.