It turns out I’m travelling in a first class cabin from Ankara to Adana overnight. The train’s very plastic and modern, a new Pullman model. I sense this train guard won’t be offering me beer and cigarettes nor chucking me under the chin and swapping salary details, like his counterpart Vali on the Bucharest to Istanbul service.
The journey’s the duller for it.
Arriving in Adana at nine, I head for the nearest cafe and ask for tea and where to catch the bus to Antakya, also called Antioch.
Asking for directions, help, where to find an internet connection, bureau de change or the train station has worked so far. It does again and they kindly draw me a map to the Otogar shuttle service stand.
