I had my first dip in the sea this morning, a chilly but necessary wake up call. Today was another very hard day, more and more hills seem to appear. It is very hard to enjoy the downhills when you can see the uphill that is coming and you know the pain still hasn't faded from the one you so recently climbed. Our distance dropped dramatically from the fluke that was 100km on the first day, I think my body was trying to tell me something. We did see alot of tortoises though which is always a good oppotunity to stop for a couple of minutes.
We arrived in Kandira, a small inconsequential town that looked like there were no hotels to be seen. Our saviour arrived in the form of Veysel who pulled up next to us and asked us in perfect english if we needed any help. He quickly asked us to stay at his home with his American wife Sandy, which we accepted. My body gave up at the sight of the hill that led to his house and I had to push it all the way. Sandy could probably smell us a mile off as she ushered us into the shower having shown us what looked like the most comfortable bed in the world. After the best shower in the world they took us on a little tour of the coast surrounding Kandira. It was blowing a gale so the sea looked even more impressive, they took us to the three little coves each very different to the next but wonderfully remote. One where there was a line of fishermen waiting on the rocks to catch these tiny little fish that only appear at this time of year, and then off to the Kerpe rock which looked so impressive in the moonlight with the waves crashing around it.
The next door neighbours of Sandy and Veysel own a massive dog, a nice one this time. And Sandy told us that it is a Muslim dog! He starts to howl seconds before the call to prayer starts, probably the most devoted Muslim in the town!
It was such a relief to meet such kind people especially after what seemed like the hardest two days of my life...
We arrived in Kandira, a small inconsequential town that looked like there were no hotels to be seen. Our saviour arrived in the form of Veysel who pulled up next to us and asked us in perfect english if we needed any help. He quickly asked us to stay at his home with his American wife Sandy, which we accepted. My body gave up at the sight of the hill that led to his house and I had to push it all the way. Sandy could probably smell us a mile off as she ushered us into the shower having shown us what looked like the most comfortable bed in the world. After the best shower in the world they took us on a little tour of the coast surrounding Kandira. It was blowing a gale so the sea looked even more impressive, they took us to the three little coves each very different to the next but wonderfully remote. One where there was a line of fishermen waiting on the rocks to catch these tiny little fish that only appear at this time of year, and then off to the Kerpe rock which looked so impressive in the moonlight with the waves crashing around it.
The next door neighbours of Sandy and Veysel own a massive dog, a nice one this time. And Sandy told us that it is a Muslim dog! He starts to howl seconds before the call to prayer starts, probably the most devoted Muslim in the town!
It was such a relief to meet such kind people especially after what seemed like the hardest two days of my life...
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