Fleeing Turkey’s Covid lockdowns and a hotel fire, Nomadic Backpacker is free again. But is he at the end of the road?
2020 has been one helluva year.
After having to isolate in Skopje, I headed for Turkey, simply because Turkey was ‘open for business.’ This is part of the #NewNormal. You go where you can, not always where you would like to.
But then, not surprisingly, things went tits up there too.
Something very concerning was published:
They blamed the rise in cases on the people for not observing the rules set in place. Yet it’s OK for them to not report the cases, keep the borders open, and the tourists, desperate to go somewhere, keep on coming as they think Turkey is ‘safe.’ Hurrah, everyone is struggling but Turkey somehow manages to contain it. Oh, the lies and cover-ups. Surely someone could be held accountable?
So now everyone knows Turkey is not the safe haven everyone thought it was.
First, they reintroduced a partial curfew: 8 pm Friday until 10 am Saturday, 8 pm Saturday until 10 am Sunday and from 8 pm Sunday. Monday morning everything was back to normal. Restaurants switched to takeout only.
Nightly curfews have little to no impact on my life but having limited options for getting a hot meal because the hostel didn’t have a kitche, kinda sucked, more so as the temperatures started to drop.
I knew what was coming. They wouldn’t stop at a partial curfew. I’d decided that it was time to get out. I booked a flight to Mexico, possibly the last country left that’s still open.
And then comes a new announcement quite soon after the first one:
Weekend lockdown across Turkey from Friday evening to Monday morning. And curfew every night during the week, from 9 pm until 5 am. Not fun for anyone.
I timed that one right.
Covid restrictions aside, I enjoyed my time in Turkey, but there was another drama when I was in Şanlıurfa not related to the pandemic.
I returned to my hotel after the days outing to find the police outside on the street. My first thoughts were, ‘A Covid outbreak.’
Someone asked me, “what is your business here?”
“I am a guest at this hotel.”
I looked up. Jeez.
There had been an electrical fault on the 2nd floor. My room on the 3rd floor was undamaged but everything I had left on the bed/floor was covered in stinking black dust.
2020 doesn’t want to let up. I am running out of motivation to carry on. If I had a safe place to go back to I would. I’m very tired (as is everyone) now.
The fear of curfews and lockdowns, getting Trevor’ed (stuck) again, being caught out by the Covid police, getting a call to say I must report to the authorities after the trace and track system flags me. Strangely, getting sick worries me less than being presented with the bill after being forced to isolate in a private medical facility.
The vaccine can’t come soon enough!
Stop press. Nomadic Backpacker arrives in Mexico City. Safer? Probably not, but at least it’s warmer.