Day 72 (Turkey): Ankara

I have been meaning to track the progress of my package on the courier service’s website. The handy tools that they provide you with … it sort of failed last week, but how badly can things go wrong the second time. Apparently very wrong. I had an inkling about it when things didn’t show up on the website so I got in touch with DPD again. As it turns out, they forgot to pick up the package in the drop-off place for two days. Argghhhhhh …. Serious aragggghhhhh. This is bad, quite bad I should say (again, not in the grand scheme of things, but in my little world it is). Means that I will not get the package before the weekend and I had hoped to be able to back on the road on Sunday at the latest. Now, I would love to know how something like this can happen, but the people I talk to at DPD don’t know themselves and can’t explain it. They also don’t know why the package doesn’t show up in their system either. Oh they joys of modern logistics. I had toyed with the idea of simply flying to Germany myself and come back with the package under my arm. It would have saved a lot of time.

The delivery next week would be fine except for the fact that Haluk told me that they would have to leave Ankara on Monday. This means that I will have to somehow reroute the package to a different address - destination sort of unknown at this point. Moreover, the Turkish delivery company doesn’t know that I am the supposed recipient and my name is not on the package so as to not confuse things. It will all work out somehow in the end, but how many unlucky coincidences (or should I say: “How incompetent can a company be?”) can there be?