“When I get old I don’t want people thinking “What a sweet little old lady”… I want them saying oh crap! What’s she up to now?”
After a bit of research the four of us decided that we would stay at a small Eco farm for a few nights, and so, with a phone number and directions in hand, we caught our first bus of the day. After a five hour ride we arrived in Bodrum, and from there, we caught a small local mini bus which brought us farther inland. Once we arrived we called the number we had written down (from the Internet) as the owner had told us to call him when we arrived so that he could pick us up. I asked a shop owner to use his phone, but to my dismay, the person who picked up was not our guy but rather a confused old man wondering why I was telling him we had arrived. Since we obviously had the wrong number we decided to take one more mini bus and then walk since we had taken a photo of the directions on our iPads and figured that once we were close, we could find our way. The bus driver dropped us off where he thought we needed to go, and after asking for directions, we started to climb a hill. Three kilometers later we arrived to Bodrum Eco farm, thought to our dismay, instead of a guest house or a farm, we found a whole bunch of small houses for rent.
The Wandering Nomads 