Ephesus is a very famous historical site and I heard it was spectacular. That was why I put it in my itinerary. After a good rest in a new place (finally), I leisurely walked up to the dining room to have my big breakfast.
I checked the train schedule which would take me directly to Ephesus without any interchanges on the way. I thought I had plenty of time so I took my time. Little did I know that the train left while I was approaching the train station and of course when I arrived, the lady at the ticket office politely told me to wait until the next one or take the slower subway to a place called Selçuk and from there to Ephesus.
As you can see, it’d take a long time to Selçuk. Also, if I took this subway, I need to buy a store valued card called Izmir card. I couldn’t buy any single journey tickets – they were simply not available. Can you believe it? I think that’s how they make money. The Izmir card would only be used by me for this trip and I remember I couldn’t get it refunded.
Well, I couldn’t blame anyone and I wasn’t planning to.
I met two younger guys who were standing behind me in the queue. They could speak English so they helped me to explain my situation to the staff at the ticket office. It happened that they were going towards the same direction so I followed them to all the interchange stations. It was at one stage quite confusing because I needed to leave the subway and walked up to the ground floor, exit that station and then enter into another platform of the same station on the same floor through a turnstile. But I didn’t have any money left in the card so I had to add more money to my Izmir card at the interchange. I nearly lost them when I added value to my Izmir card.
The station was on the ground level and it was getting very hot. I didn’t enjoy it at all. We had to wait for more than 10 minutes for the train to arrive.
Fortunately, inside the train compartments, there was air conditioning. Otherwise all the passengers would die from heatstroke.
When I arrived at Selçuk, it was nearly mid-day. That meant extremely hot! This penguin was dying! (Yeah, I am like a penguin. Can’t stand the heat.) While I was waiting for another train to Ephesus, a young girl approached me asking me if I was going to Ephesus as well. We then started talking. It turned out that she was Turkish and travelling with her mother and a friend from Austria. Her family emigrated to Austria long time ago. Hm… that sounded familiar. My friend’s husband’s family was like that too. So, they all spoke Deutsch. Yeah, I could understand them but I lost quite a number of vocabulary so… 😛 I couldn’t speak much but I understood their conversations, the basic ones. 😛
We decided to travel together. When we arrived at our destination, most of the people took the public transport to the entrance of Ephesus but this family was approached by some taxi drivers. After their negotiation, we decided to share the taxi.
But the nightmare (for me) started. Once we were in the taxi, the driver said he could take us to all the places within Ephesus and even to the Greek village which was supposed to be quite far. But he charged us 8 times more than the public transport. Not only that, he also said, ‘there is no public transport to the Greek village. It is very far.’ I clearly remember the guide from the free walking tour said that there was public transport.
THE TAXI DRIVER WAS LYING!
It was a very common trick.
But the family trusted him.
It was true that there wasn’t any public transport but it was between House of Virgin Mary to other sites within Ephesus. The taxi driver obviously knew that. He said he could take us there first but if we wanted to go to other sites from there, we’d need to take another taxi if we didn’t hire him for the whole day. It was all or nothing.
It was a bad idea to take a taxi in the first place. ☹
He told us all these only after we got into the taxi and after he started driving.
I wanted to swear!
The family was ok with everything especially the mother. She said the taxi driver told them a lot of things about the places and she was happy to know all that. They spoke in Turkish so I didn’t understand anything at all. I really doubted it though and I also doubted the accuracy of the information he provided. He’s not a tour guide (even the free walking tour guide said he didn’t have a licence to be a tour guide in Ephesus) and he didn’t speak that much, unless Turkish, the language, was so precise and concise that he could explain everything in a few sentences. He only showed us the site on a very torn map which he lent to us when we were left alone at the site.
It was a trap.
The only thing I could do was to pay that dishonest taxi driver, sit back and enjoy the trip. Then check out Lonely Planet or Wiki afterwards to find out all the missing information.
The Austrian friend who was travelling with the family didn’t understand Turkish either so she was a little bit disappointed too. Oh well, like me, she just enjoyed.
After we visited the House of Virgin Mary, we were taken to the main entrance of Ephesus. The Turkish family was Muslim so they didn’t know much about her. The Austrian friend explained to her friend the background in Deustch. I said, ‘ja.’ They were a bit surprised. The two girls asked, ‘do you understand?’ Yes, I did. I knew the story. It was just that she said it in Deutsch. Knowing the background helped. 😊
However, the façade actually reminded me of something very similar… 😀 Macau! I smiled as I looked at it. The Turkish girl asked me if I could see this in Asia. I laughed. YES! 😀
But of course, this one was much more immense than the ruins of St. Paul in Macau.
The driver asked us to wait for him at the exit at a certain time. I didn’t really like it. I wanted to spend more time at the site. I did complain. But he said, ‘well, come back again.’ I wanted to swear again.
He drove us to the Greek Village which turned out to be not that far from the train station where we got off!
When we took the subway back, it was very late at night. I didn’t even remember what I ate for dinner before I hit the sack. Despite the dishonest taxi driver, it was still a nice day. So nice that I had a terrible tan. Imagine walking in the heat in the exposed area in Ephesus for so many hours! Even with my signature blue hat :D, I still got a bad tan.
Time to go back to Istanbul tomorrow.
20 August 2018
P.S. I bumped into the guide from the free walking tour in Greek Village. He was with the family whom I joined yesterday at the same walking tour. He asked me how I got around in Ephesus and I told him about the dishonest taxi driver. That’s how I re-confirmed the availability of public transport and how much that terrible taxi driver overcharged us.