Entering country number 8: Turkey. Which was relatively easy once the passport control morning shift showed up. Which meant a long queue had built up. We cycled to the front. And being well trained queued politely until others pushed in. Not stopping to think we’d jumped a queue by cycling to the front off course, we huffed and used the bikes to guard our position.
The route was lumpy today. First 10k went up 360m. Good roads on Turkish side. So we soon left that to go on quieter ones. Soft gravel up and down steep hills meant it was a little “grippy” in places. I think we’re the only ones with mudguards. The others asked “how did you keep your bike clean”?
This part of Turkey in West Marmara Region, Türkiye reminded me of Wales. Misty then damp, always green. Sheep 🐑. Lunch in an oak forest.
Mosques now of course. The Call to Prayer can make you jump when you’re not expecting it. In most of the villages it’s men sitting outside cafes/small beers. All friendly. It’s strange, even though we’re back to “normal” script vs Cyrillic, it feels more difficult to grasp what’s what.
Wood fuel dominates, with sonic solar water heaters appearing. Sunflowers 🌻 off course. And good old multinationals: as we entered Vize, where we stay tomorrow, a coke and Toblerone icecream was very welcome.
Coffee: strange for a shop to sell Nescafe Americano cold in a can. Good though. Tonight’s Turkish coffee ☕️ will be enough caffeine for days. Food was in a little cafe: point and nod. Enjoyed, especially the chicken soup.
Tomorrow a rest day.