Day 27. Kos - Bodrum

We packed up after breakfast and headed to another resort town called Kefalos. At the opposite end of the beach from the resorts we found a nice little beach and a delightful cafe.  So we spent a few hours in the sun and having our last swim in the med. The water is crisp and clear. Could spend more time here.

The next ocean swims will probably be in Thailand although there could be opportunities in the Black and Caspian seas.

So its goodbye Greece - hello Turkey.  Well not quite.............

Rocked up to the ferry terminal at 3 for our 5pm sailing.
presented ferry voucher for ticket issue, no problem, then
"where is your insurance for Turkey"
"I thought I would get it in Turkey"
"No you will not get it at Bodrum big trouble there, no insurance no tickets"
SHIT
" You can try the guy in the booth at the other end"
"OK thanks I'll be right back"
" Can you issue insurance for Turkey"
" Yes I can help"
The guy took all the details and emailed them off somewhere.
5 minutes later
"I have a reply, they are a little bit busy"
Ahhh WTF does that mean
Actually:  "Ok what do we do now"
"Go have coffee and come back at 4"
Went and had ice cream to cool off and went back at 4.
At about 4:20
" I have a reply, you can get the insurance 70 Euro for one month"
You burgling bastards
Actually: "Thank you very much, is cash ok"
Got the document then raced over to immigration where we started this incredible game of go here go there, find this paper, find that paper, passport, is this really your bike registration paper (It is shit)
I love you, you have same name as my brother. I thought I was in looney tunes.
Race to get bike down narrow lane, through gate, very tight squeeze, I can see the ship Yay. Not so fast, turn off bike and come with me. Whaaaat??  Go see man in dingy office with a hand written ledger (I kid you not) who carefully entered all the bikes details and my details.
OK you can go. Finally got on the boat with 5 minutes to spare, sweating profusely.
So then a very pleasant 45 minute boat ride then......................

Passport control no problems.
Now Customs.
Insurance............... No problems
"Papers for bike.."
"This is the papers"
"No I need the original"
"This is the original, this is all we have in NZ"
"But where is the official stamp, where is your signature"
Oh f HERE WE GO AGAIN
"That is all there is"
"Ok I will look online"
After 10 minutes of trawling through the NZTA website I figured out a way to tie my name to the bike registration. Whew...stamp in passport.
"OK now we check the Moto"
WTF you have to be kidding.
"Ok lets go do that"
"Where is the chassis number"
"It's here it is hard to read but with your young eyes......"
Not even a smirk.
"Ok open the top box"
Opened top box had a rifle through..
"Ok open saddle bag"
Happened to be Robyn's clothes, her damp togs where first to be lifted, that did it, that was enough.
Finally prison gates open and off we go.

                                           Anyway Bodrum looks like a nice place.

Bike all tucked up for the night - wish we were - the air-con was pouring out water - drip drip drip -so the air-con man had to come and fix it - just done - its 10.15 pm.