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If I was not sure in Istanbul if I really am in Turkey, first bus ride (Istanbul to Fethiye) made it clear. There were two drivers and two bus-boys. They were distributing water, tea, coffee, soft drinks and danish cake, poured cologne over passangers and sprayed perfume all over the bus. Thanks to air con it was freezing inside, Tarkan was playing on the radio and Turks were buying me a tea at every stop. Only the beeping of tachograph, omnipresent on my previous trip six years ago, was missing. Either maximum allowed speed was not reached (highly unlikely) or the drivers just cut the wires.