Just back from our 10th visit and again had a great time.
We were on the 15.20 Jet2 flight from Glasgow and had been a bit wary as we had not flown with them before. However everything went smoothly and it only took a few minutes to check in our cases as there was no queue. Allowance was 22kg of hold luggage and 10kg for hand luggage. We did however make the serious mistake of only having 16kgs of hold luggage each as this left my wife with an extra 12kgs to play around with for the return journey.
We had paid for extra leg-room but this was because we wanted seats at the front of the plane. The only problem was the stewardesses use the overhead lockers in the front two rows for storage so our gear was 3 rows behind us.
Prices on board, as usual, are ridiculous. £2.50 for a scalding hot, weak hot chocolate. £2.25 for a can of coke/lemonade and £1.50 for a small tube of pringles. No in-flight entertainment but a PSP can be hired for £7.50. Overall though a pleasant enough flight which was only a few minutes late in taking off.
Here I have to eat humble pie as just before we went I had been extolling the virtues of the Shuttle transfers. However both our transfers were truly horrendous and are the worst I've experienced anywhere. We touched down at Dalaman at 10.00 and had not taken any longer than normal to clear passport control and pick up our cases, however the length of the queue at the Holiday Taxis kiosk should have warned us that things were not exactly tickety-boo. Flights from Glasgow, Birmingham and Luton had all arrived around the same time and not unreasonably all these arrivals were quite keen to get to their destination.This fact seemed lost on Holiday Taxis who seemed content to have us sitting on the coach supposedly waiting for 2 missing passengers. Finally at 11.45 a couple came on board who had been standing in the street for an hour being told at regular intervals they were getting a coach, a taxi, a coach. Anyway we were off but if we had only known our nightmare was just beginning.
Everything was fine on the road to Marmaris and even at the obligatory half way stop some of us were able to have a laugh about it.Then we arrived in Marmaris. It soon became obvious that neither the driver nor the Turkish girl rep had clue where they were going. Up and down streets we went with the girl regularly jumping off the coach to ask directions from taxi drivers. I might not be the brightest, particularly at 1.30 in the morning, but even I could see we were passing the same hotels 2 and 3 times. Finally after a lot of irate calls on his mobile by the driver a scooter drew up at one of the stops we had found and 2 young lads came on. They knew Marmaris and in a relatively short time we had deposited the rest of the passengers and set off for Icmeler. Unfortunately the two young lads didn't know Icmeler as well and we ended up with the spectacle of passengers who had been before giving the driver directions. We finally arrived at the Senem Apartments at 3.00am.
The retelling of this has brought me out in a cold sweat so I will now go for a lie down and continue my review in the morning.