Dolmus Do-Si-Do

(Apologies to those of you who read this already over at our family’s “Turkey Blog,” which is associated with my husband’s blog of his drawings and comics; occasionally, I’ll be cross-posting between the blogs, but other times, like when I need to swear or refer to genitalia, I’ll be creating separate, new posts here. This is the case of a cross-post! The “Turkey Blog” is at

“Dolmus Do-Si-Do”

At first, we were oblivous, plopping ourselves down in any available seat, attempting not to sweat on our seatmates.

Little did we know, sweat is not the issue. Sweat can be–is–shared freely. Body odor also comes free of charge.

The issue is gender. Age runs a close second.

In short, even though we’ve only been here a month and a half, we’re now attuned to the subtleties of who can sit with whom on a crowded mini-bus (called a dolmus; we use these to get everywhere, from village to village, town to town…we used one to bring our vacuum cleaner home; we used one to tote our tv home; we used one to bring mattress-sized pieces of foam home).

Our clodhopper tourist days of the easy plop down are over. Now we know.

All power, all respect, all seating hierarchies stem from The Headscarves. Who knew a rectangle of fabric could hold such power?

Well, maybe Betsy Ross did.

However, our family was oblivious to the hidden dynamics that govern seating on the bus. Over time, though, we’ve clued in; we watched passengers and the driver rearrange bodies until the cryptic code of seats cracked open for us.

Here’s how it goes:

Grandma In a Headscarf will always get a seat, even if it means the driver turns over his spot and just holds the steering wheel as he runs along side the vehicle.

Middle-aged and young women in headscarves, too, are assured of seats; bonus inches are afforded to those who enter the dolmus dragging a twenty-pound bucket of just-picked tomatoes.

Once The Headscarves all have seats, the hierarchy loosens a bit. Generally, all women get seats before men do. In the case of a hunched-over grandpa type, though, a non-Turkish, non-Muslim woman might be expected to stand (such as it is inside a mini-van). However, when a non-Turkish, non-Muslim woman enters a full bus, the younger men will hop up to offer their seats.

In other words, first to stand are Turkish men under 50. Next to stand are non-Turkish men who are aware that they should be offering up their seats; the truth is, tourist men usually have no sense that they should be copping to a traditional view of who sits, and so they continue to slump in their seats, backpacks on laps, managing to look pasty and sunburned simultaneously. Tourists get away with such obliviousness. Turks do not. If a Turk fails to follow the code, the dolmus driver or some other older male with a firm manner will reorganize things. Woe to the dreamy twelve-year-old boy who fails to register the entrance of A Headscarf, who fails to leap from his seat and compress his body into a 6-square-inch cower. Woe, too, to that same lad if he fails to hop off the bus and help The Headscarf with her twenty pounds of tomatoes or her burlap sack of peppers stowed in the luggage compartment below. Twelve-year-old boys pretty much have to dance attendance throughout their ride, often switching seats at every stop, from having a personal seat to–at the next stop–sharing a seat with an older man to–at the next stop–sitting on the plastic pink stool that is moved around the bus and lodged into any open space to–at the next stop–sitting up front with the driver to–at the next stop–standing in a hunch on a patch of floor between six older men.

Pre-adolescent children may sit with The Headscarves, usually on their laps once the bus fills up. Girls age 9 and under wear pink shirts that announce “Barbie Princess Carefully Sweetheart” and have their pert ponytails cemented to their skulls with no fewer than 6 hair decorations.

The last rule is inviolate, which means Byron and I choose to violate it all the time: men and women never sit together. Never. If they do, I’m pretty sure someone gets indignant or pregnant or something.

To sum up, then: women sit with women, preferably Headscarves with Headscarves and “moderns” with “moderns” and all women towards the front of the bus; men sit with men, with older men sitting up front by Their Buddy the Driver and younger men in the back where they can compare the nicotine stains on their fingers; the elderly always get to rest their aching backs; tourists crash in and throw off the whole mix; children get tossed on top of a mosh pit of mothers; and adolescents’ feelings that no one understands them and the world is against them are confirmed.

This photo is a bit blurry as I shot it surreptitiously, lest one of The Headscarves of Power turn around and chide me for treating her life as a Cultural Artifact.









10 responses to “Dolmus Do-Si-Do”

  1. unmitigated me Avatar
    unmitigated me

    So, you and Byron have been the Mr. And Mrs. Rosa Parks of Cappadocia? Her bus is actually much more spacious.

  2. unmitigated me Avatar
    unmitigated me

    Also, I am anxiously awaiting discussions of genitalia.

  3. diane Avatar

    I know less about Rosa Parks than I do about Turkey, so….the way you broke this all down for us is spellbinding. I had forgotten the scandal of not knowing subtle cultural rules when abroad (or a "broad", as is my case). You're a strong woman, and obviously know when to give in to this stuff, lest you start a riot or your own lynching. In my case, it was too late, I was a "scarlet" woman before I knew it…..much to the dismay of my husband, who started running my errands for me.

  4. secret agent woman Avatar
    secret agent woman

    I believe I'd be investing in a headscarf.

  5. geewits Avatar

    No men with women. That kills me. It really does.

  6. choochoo Avatar

    Nice post. I want to have an adventure, too. Oh well, maybe tomorrow

  7. alwaysinthebackrow Avatar

    Well, this just doesn't account for the disrespect shown to women in other areas of that culture. They can have any seat on the bus, but they can't show their hair in public? Or be in public without a man, but can't sit next to him on the bus? Have you come across any logic (at least by western standards)?

  8. kmkat Avatar

    The anthropology of seating arrangements on Turkish minibuses. Who knew it was so complex?

  9. Green Girl in Wisconsin Avatar
    Green Girl in Wisconsin

    You slay me. Who knew bus rules could be so complex. Thank GOD for this field guide in case I ever go to Turkey.

  10. Midlife Jobhunter Avatar
    Midlife Jobhunter

    Glad to see you're getting hierarchy figured out. How brave you are.

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