MONTIES REGISTRATION

Notary day!! this is always a joy, its basically an office you sit in for hours waiting for the clerk to stamp a few pieces of paper and photo copy a few more.The Notary is where you go to change ownership of vehicle or property,  I woke Dave up nice and early again because I wanted to ride Montie, hes going to regret the day he ever bought me him.

We first went to the Notary and waited,  we had to get an interpreter and we were pleased to see it was Yelcin one of our old friends. Eventually all the paper work got done all signed as sealed, next off to the Traffic Office, this is where you go for your insurance, they also do your number plate, because as we are Foreign we need a plate starting with the letters MD…. Now these people are fabulous no messing around straight on the job, they are the same people that sorted out Daves Green card when we toured Europe. Next off to the Traffic Police to do more signing and eventually returning to the insurance office to collect all the documents and plate…. Its very unusual to have it all done in one day but we were lucky enough to get it all completed.

So this is what all the fuss was about…

The cost of the Notary and the Traffic Office by the way was  not short of 500 Lira, which is about 200 Gbp.. alot different from the way we did things in the UK, we just signed a piece of paper and sent it away, 2 minutes and your done.

I still needed a new box for the back so off to Ortacia which is only a few miles up the road from Dalaman, it was very difficult finding one as the bike rack where the box goes has an angle, none seemed to fit properly, so we decided to take the back rest off that came with the bike and buy a box with a back rest on. Now you may think that fitting a box is a simple task…you would be wrong as nothing really actually fits here, what you have to do is try and find the nearest to what you want and improvise..Dave and I are getting pretty good at this…

Daves Transalp was very obliging and gave us a helping hand carrying the box back to Dalaman, with a few bungee cords we were on our way to the Seni which is an industrial site, we have a good mechanic there who we have used for years.

He had quite a struggle, it still looked on a slant when he finished so he started again this time drilling it straight into the luggage rack, perfect.

And in true Turkish spirit anyone who happens to be passing at the time always pops in and lends a helping hand. I on the other hand had the hardest job of all…..

I had to eat  doughnuts and fresh Pomegranate juice..its a tough life being a biker chick Soon the bike was ready with number plate fitted as well, looking pretty dapper..

We were hoping to get Crash bars for the front but couldn’t find any anywhere, also to my horror crash bars translated into Turkish is Tampon, so having to go up to  Mechanic and ask ”can you find me a tampon and fit it for me” just totally feels wrong!!  we may get some made but like Dave says  ”don’t fall off”