Our motor cycle has a very handy device called an immobiliser. This is there to prevent thieves from making off with the bike. Unfortunately, from time to time, it also prevents us from moving the bike anywhere.
We had pulled into a service station in Yanıklar, a small and as far as we know, unremarkable village about half way between Fethiye and Göcek. We pulled in to have a short break, stretch our legs and drink water. We were, at this point, about an hour away from our destination (Koyceğiz, where we intended to stay for the night). After about ten minutes Ashley clicked the immobiliser button and… Nothing happened. He moved the bike (sometimes mobile phone masts can interfere with the immobiliser signal). It made a lot of noise and flashed its lights. He tried again. Several times. The very helpful pump attendant attempted to charge the battery. We were not convinced you could charge a watch type battery that way but didn’t like to argue. The immobiliser still failed to work.
Hilary took the battery and caught a dolmuş to Fethiye to attempt to buy a replacement part (and hope that this would make the bike mobile again). The first few didn’t want to stop but, eventually, she embarked on a three quarter of an hour journey to somewhere near the bus garage. Then she had to find a place that sold this fairly obscure battery, find her way back to where she could get the dolmuş then get off the dolmuş at the right petrol station. This was very challenging for someone with no sense of direction who can easily get lost less than five minutes walk from home.
She set off in one direction, asking at some vaguely possible shops. In the end she got directions to a saatçi (watch mender). She followed those directions and came across a Curry’s / Computer World. Where the very helpful assistant explained that they had sold out of the particular type needed but would have one the next day. Hilary explained about the husband and the bike waiting in Yanıklar and got directions to Bimeks (a local electronics chain). She understood that it was pretty much opposite the PTT (post office) but, before she found it, she found a saatçi in a little booth. He threw the example battery to one side, scrabbled about in a box of batteries for some time, then came up with the desired item. For 5 lira.
Hilary headed back to the place to catch her dolmuş – miraculously she did not get lost (and she passed Bimeks on her way). Ten minutes and a can of ice tea later, she was on the dolmuş where, after a brief misunderstanding, the driver said he would drop her off at the appropriate garage (she had had the foresight to write down the name).
Back on the forecourt the battery was installed. Two and a half hours after the problem was noticed, the bike started fine and we were on our way!
And yes, we did get to Koyceğiz in plenty of time to watch the sun set.