Afraid of Police

I'd had become a local in Kusadasi. Every day I'd see Ali at the beach and Fehit every afternoon. Ali is the only Turkish person I've seen who can swim well. Fehit is the cute guy who cut my hair before and I had him cut and color it again. (I need a new photo of myself.) Next to Fehit salon is Mr Moon's where all the ex-pats hang out. I have my obligatory beer before going home to have Emino make us dinner.

The bum's life. But this bum needs to see Lisa. I will have to forgo sex for at least a few days.

It's quite a journey from Kusadasi. I had to take a bus first to Izmir. I caught the 10 am bus and I should've tried to make the 9 am one. Of course, Emino kept me in bed. Every morning Emino is late to work and now he's made me late too.

It takes over an hour to get to Izmir. I just missed the 11 am bus to Ezine so I had to take the noon one. The bus company employee told me it would take five hours to get to Ezine. I know the last ferry to Bozcaada leaves at 6 pm. At Ezine I have to take a mini bus on to the port and that takes a half hour. I'm worried that if there is any delay I will miss the ferry. The employee assures me that I won't.

"I'll be back in a few days so if you are wrong I'll let you know!"

I know Ezine. I know what to do to make the connections. But when I arrived the bus company had someone there waiting for me to make sure my connection was made. That was so sweet. What was sweeter was having Emino call me as I was on the mini bus. I told him I would call when I arrived, but he couldn't wait. I told him I thought he'd be glad to be rid of me for a few days. "No way!"

BTW I have a phone here. My niece lent me one she wasn't using and I got a sim card.

Lisa is waiting for me as the ferry pulls in. Although her restaurant has been closed for a month she still uses the kitchen to cook. We head to the fish market first thing. I love her baked fish, arugala salad, and the side dish of ambergine and tomatoes.

Bozcaada looks like it did when I came here in April. The tourist season hadn't started then and now it's over. Most of the restaurants are closed and some of the people I had taken pictures of have gone to Canakkule on the mainland. But I do see some familiar faces and they ae happy to see me.

There are people I am not going to see. Those people are the police. The Turkish consulate never told me I had to check in, but Lisa was approach by the police here. They told her they wanted to check my visa when I arrived. I'm not going to see them. Maybe I'm paranoid but I've been detained so much lately I'm afraid. I fear I will be detained again, fined again and worse, forced to leave again. I'm afraid they will take me away and I will not be able to see Emino again.