Our adventures in the Turkish Republic of Northern Cyprus continue....

Now this was a day full of experiences. In order to get our residency permits we needed blood tests and heart monitoring and in order to transfer the car properly to our names, we needed a new logbook.

We met Kemal at 8.30am at the Post Office and he came armed with boxes of cakes. First stop the hospital, we sat in the waiting area with lots and lots of other people, while Kemal went off with our fees for the tests. Ten minutes later he was back, minus a box of cakes, and we had our tests immediately and left the hospital within 30 minutes of arriving. Now sometimes it is clear that contacts and some goodies, work wonders.

From the hospital we went to the Northern Cyprus equivalent of the DVLC. You can't do logbooks, vehicle taxation etc. here by post, because the postal system doesn't work like that. So you have to fill in your forms and get in the queue. Apparently we were number 587 in the pecking order. The second box of cakes disappeared, with Kemal, through to the back and we were out again within the hour. Magic!