After such a wonderfully luxurious night it was very hard to leave Sandy and Veysel's house. We had, probably, the best breakfast in the world and then prepared to leave. The hills today were mere morsels in comparisons to the beasts of the previous days, but we did have to race past a true gypsy village on the way out of Kandira, which Sandy told us 'was no place for a cultural moment!' The scenery here is amazing, the hills are covered with forest and look so lush and are full of wild roses which warm the cockles as I pass them.
I had a bad experience with a dog today, or rather the boy in charge of the dog. Humphrey passed without a hitch but as I went passed the look of glee on the boys face was a sight to behold as he was encouraging his dog to chase after me! As luck would have it the dog was only a puppy and the boys father was shouting at him to stop...but I was amazed! We reached the coast again today and to my relief it was flat, but then the wind started. I now know why people go mad in Patagonia because the sound of the wind for hours was almost tipping me over the edge...almost unbearable.
The Turkish genorosity never seems to stop, we passed a sports shop and we had a quick look for a cycling top for me and quickly discovered there was nothing I wanted. The shop owner, despite us not buying anything, sat us down offered us tea and then brought out a massive plate of home made stuffed vineleaves! And to top it off, when we couldn't finish the plate full, he gave us the rest to take away. They are all so kind, apart from the children who set dogs on me!
We finally pulled in to Kadikoy and there didn't seem like much there at all, so we went to investigate the beach as a potential camp site. To get to the beach we passed a long line of, what looked like, holiday homes. I was taking pictures of the beach and the very loud frogs that were in the pond next to it, when we were approached by a man with a beer in his hand. After the normal pleasantries of not understanding each other and us standing there like fools saying 'Thank you very much' in Turkish, as it is the only word we know, he invited us for a beer with his friend. We politely accepted secretly hoping we wouldn't have to stay too long, me especially as I was very tired. They kept pointing to the row of houses behind, which I think they were care takers for, and making sleeping gestures. We knew that they lived near so we thought that they were inviting us to stay in their homes, we were trepidatious about accepting thinking we might have to share the floor with their 5 children! After a little more stilted conversation it would have been impolite to refuse, but rather than take us to their home, they wheeled our bikes to the house at the end of the row with the best view of the sea, and took us in. The houses are Russian holiday homes and that was evident in this house as the shoes, food and toothbrushes were all as they had left them. They then proceeded to pick flowers for the table, lay out a spread of food that they had gone to buy and put the chairs out on the balcony! That night we had our own rooms and a working bathroom, what a treat! This place gets more and more crazy the deeper we go into it.
I had a bad experience with a dog today, or rather the boy in charge of the dog. Humphrey passed without a hitch but as I went passed the look of glee on the boys face was a sight to behold as he was encouraging his dog to chase after me! As luck would have it the dog was only a puppy and the boys father was shouting at him to stop...but I was amazed! We reached the coast again today and to my relief it was flat, but then the wind started. I now know why people go mad in Patagonia because the sound of the wind for hours was almost tipping me over the edge...almost unbearable.
The Turkish genorosity never seems to stop, we passed a sports shop and we had a quick look for a cycling top for me and quickly discovered there was nothing I wanted. The shop owner, despite us not buying anything, sat us down offered us tea and then brought out a massive plate of home made stuffed vineleaves! And to top it off, when we couldn't finish the plate full, he gave us the rest to take away. They are all so kind, apart from the children who set dogs on me!
We finally pulled in to Kadikoy and there didn't seem like much there at all, so we went to investigate the beach as a potential camp site. To get to the beach we passed a long line of, what looked like, holiday homes. I was taking pictures of the beach and the very loud frogs that were in the pond next to it, when we were approached by a man with a beer in his hand. After the normal pleasantries of not understanding each other and us standing there like fools saying 'Thank you very much' in Turkish, as it is the only word we know, he invited us for a beer with his friend. We politely accepted secretly hoping we wouldn't have to stay too long, me especially as I was very tired. They kept pointing to the row of houses behind, which I think they were care takers for, and making sleeping gestures. We knew that they lived near so we thought that they were inviting us to stay in their homes, we were trepidatious about accepting thinking we might have to share the floor with their 5 children! After a little more stilted conversation it would have been impolite to refuse, but rather than take us to their home, they wheeled our bikes to the house at the end of the row with the best view of the sea, and took us in. The houses are Russian holiday homes and that was evident in this house as the shoes, food and toothbrushes were all as they had left them. They then proceeded to pick flowers for the table, lay out a spread of food that they had gone to buy and put the chairs out on the balcony! That night we had our own rooms and a working bathroom, what a treat! This place gets more and more crazy the deeper we go into it.
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