Turkish Customs – With a Sting in the Tail! - Part 2 of 2. Part One can be read HERE

The following is a great submission from reader, and long term Bodrum resident, Ros Elliott-Ozlek, who re-tells her experience of Turkish Customs - the good and the bad...
This story is © Ros Elliott-Ozlek, Nov 2009 Nov 2009.

...Sure enough, the next day drags on to 2pm and no sign of the officials. At 2.30 I receive a text saying they are too busy today and cannot make it. They will come tomorrow. I ring them back immediately. Tomorrow is no good as I will be in UK. I return on Monday so please to come on Tuesday. Tuesday morning by 11 am is agreed on when I assure them it takes an hour and not 4 hours from their building downtown.

Shortly after 11 am a car pulls up outside. They are here! Lady arrives with an older gentleman. I invite them to sit in the salon and admire the view while I make coffee. The gentleman is eager to proceed with checking off items on his list. He points to the piano (which I am storing for a friend) and states that I must have brought this from England. No, I say, it is Turkish and not mine. He starts to indicate all the Turkish furniture in the room, modern MDF bookcases and television cabinets, implying they are all imported. I repeat that none of these items are British, and show him the old and tatty footstool beneath the coffee table. This is from England, I say. And this – pointing to a rough unvarnished wooden rocking chair made by my great grandparents....

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