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**Paula K** · #1 1 Apr 2015

TURKEY
April/May 2014
(solo ride)

The trail was advised by the Hotel Lady, in a mime conversation (she does not speak English and I don’t speak Turkish), pointing to locations on the map. She advised me the cheapest restaurants, paths to stroll and the shops to avoid. We were a whole afternoon talking through gestures and laughs.

The day I left the bike was doing a weird little noise. I realized that wrapped around the handlebar, had a Turkish embroidery ring with a sort of eye stone (called Evil Eye - the eye symbol is regarded as a powerful amulet for protection against the forces of evil).

Each time we step on the village intersection centre the guy's motorbike rental shop shouts something to me. In the late afternoon of the 2nd day, when I went for last minute shopping I heard a 'Can I help you? ". I stop and look at him - Yes, you can!

I explain that I need to lube the bike chain but as it does not have central support I can’t do it alone. He stares at me for a few minutes in silent. Then his face opens in a smile. He calls the mechanical. They lubricate the chain, check the tire pressure and oil level. Offer me tea and fill me with questions of where I came from and what I'm doing and where I'm going. Don´t know where is Portugal but I speak about Ronaldo and his eyes shine. Haaaa .... Portuguisi (I find out that Portugal is a country called Portuguisi because Ronaldo is Portuguisi). Now I understand why when he said that I am from Portugal nobody understood me. I know nothing about football but that makes life easier for travellers, it does!

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**Paula K** · #2 1 Apr 2015

TURKEY
April/May 2014
(solo ride)

When I planned the trip I found several references of Munzur Mountains, an inhospitable region of central Anatolia crossed by the river Euphrates, bordering the birthplace of major civilizations of Mesopotamia. I felt like going there. It’s only 500 km.

Part of the road belongs to the ancient Silk Road, the trade route between the East and the West through which passed the caravans loaded with goods. There still remains the "Kervansarais", hostels fortified by the roadside that served as landing and shelter to merchants.

As a tourist spot, around this caravanserai grew a village with several shops and restaurants in the middle of nowhere. Admission is 15 lire. Didn’t feel like going. I stayed by the outside.

Through the great plains of central Anatolia by a highway that crosses a dry, almost desert land. Tufts of vegetation alternate with white hills of earth with strange cuts. There are no houses, villages or people, just the highway, trucks and service stations. After two days of good weather the sky is loaded with grey clouds today. By mid-morning rises a terrible windstorm. The trip becomes a torment. I have to stop at a service station.

There is a restaurant where no one speaks English. In gestures I explain that I'm hungry. They make me sign to sit and serve me a delicious soup, a salad and beef stew. Watching a TV cookery show, I´m waiting for the wind to calm. Me and a few truck drivers who also did a safety stop. A couple of hours later I see the truck drivers leave. The windstorm calmed down. I continue my trip. As I approach the mountains the fields are greener, the road gets narrower, there are flocks of sheep and cows and sheep dogs that bark and run after the bike.

It rains again and the wind continues to fustigate. At the entrance of a village I stop in a service station. I'm soaked and cold. None speaks English. A boy called me behind the counter. Google translator is open and we talked trough the keyboard. From now on is a rural road, many curves, up the mountain to the gorge of the Euphrates River. It's almost nightfall. I think it is too late for such adventure. Luckily there is a hotel in the village, next to the mosque, where the pilgrims stay.

The receptionist doesn’t speak English and the hotel has no restaurant. The closest is in the town centre 2 km away. The hotel has wireless Internet and turn on the Google translator on my phone. I could explain to the old man that I am exhausted and hungry. Outside it’s pouring with rain. He’s going to ask a restaurant to bring a kebab at the hotel. Shortly after Renault parks outside, big, slender, shiny, a well-dressed young boy leaves the car with a tray with a full menu, plate, cutlery, cup and yogurt. The receptionist improvises a table at the reception. All of this for 4 euros. I have dinner thinking that this is not just a trip; it is a life experience where the unpredictable reigns.

The mosque loudspeakers scream the call to pray. I fall asleep with the chant and wake up with the same song.

Dawns. No sun, no rain. I will ride until weather allows. A narrow mountain road, steep and twisted climbs phenomenal green landscape. Down below, in a canyon runs the Euphrates. The road runs along the bed of the river, goes through tunnels carved into the mountain. Far away an iron bridge crosses the river. I'm sitting on a rock by the roadside breathing nature and thinking if I do the 70 km of a road that is called "Stone Road", a dirt road that runs always by the river. There is a sign that says the road is dangerous.

The sky darkens very quickly. Suddenly a thunder crash is heard. While I put on the rain suit a military column approaches. One of the officers speaks a little English. He asks me what I'm doing there. Says there is a village a few km ahead and has a Hotel. I enter the village escorted by several trucks of soldiers (later I was told that in more remote areas there is no police, military forces are keeping order).

At the Hotel nobody speaks English. I point to the restaurant. They make me a sign to sit. In the middle of lunch turn up a girl sits and on the table in front of me. It is the school's English teacher. Someone call her to talk to the stranger woman who arrived by motorcycle. Stays the all afternoon with me. After all, that "small" town has 10,000 inhabitants, is well known for organizing international trekking events and to have a unique feature - the doors have two kinds of door-bell, each one with a different sound, one for men the other for women. Thus, the hosts know which one to go open the door.

She takes me to visit the secondary school, a huge modern building. It has a natural history museum that is the envy of the Lisbon museum. Several rooms with fossils, stuffed animals and local flora exhibition. It’s the students who maintain the museum. Every year there are raids across the country, in locations where they excavate relics accompanied by teachers. All this state funded. Fantastic.

After dinner we stroll around the bars. This small town has many young people and, therefore, late night bars. One is in an old church that was transformed. The altar is the bar, in which drinks are served. She tells me that is the most popular. It reminds me when I was in Ireland in a bar that was an old English church. This thing of religion makes me confused.

The waitresses are all young women. I am curious and ask about the lives of women in a Muslim country. Explain to me it's still complicated. In large cities and towns women play a more active role, have more freedom. No longer use the scarf to cover the hair. The problem is the remote areas, small villages where still reign ancient times.

They call coincidences to facts of life. If I had followed the road of stones I would be caught by the rain in the middle of the mountain, on a dirt road squeezed between the rock escarpment and the cliff. Fortunately the beauty of the landscape "forced me" to stop and the military convoy did not “give space” to think in off-road odysseys. Sometimes the enthusiasm takes away common sense but fate takes care of guiding us. What's not to be, does not have to be.

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**Paula K** · #3 6 Apr 2015

TURKEY
April/May 2014
(solo ride)

Wake up very early. The sky is beautiful blue. Today I can recover the km I didn’t do yesterday. And thankfully did not. The experience was fantastic.

Driven by curiosity, yet I entered the tunnel that leads to the famous road. I just drove 2km and returned back. It was enough to realize that the road would be dangerous for someone like me alone and with no off-road experience. But the scenery is fabulous

To exit the mazy of curves and hills took me a few hours. The landscape is spectacular; from top of the mountains we see the canyon and the river down there running sluggish. All in harmony.

In the first village I stop for a snack. The smell of pastries call for me. Two Lira (€ 0.60) for tea and cakes. I already have packed lunch again.

Today’s destination is the Nemrut Mountain, in the South. Another straight endless road to Malatya. I’ve seen on Google maps a road from here to Mount Nemrut. At the entrance of the city I stop at a gas station. Fuel and was offer tea. As usual. Ask the way. No one knows and no one speaks English. One of the employees makes a call. Hand me the phone where someone on the other side speaks English. I explain what I want. Answer me a man, in good English that he organizes tours to Nemrut and I could go with him. He handles everything. (trying to sell a tour). I say yes and during the conversation I realize that there is a road and in good tarmac. Yes, I will meet you in the centre town. I left laughing. Yes, he could sit and wait for me. (

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Just outside the town there are signs to Nemrut. I follow the signs, climbed another steep mountain, a terrible downhill. A local kind of Stelvio. Suddenly, at the top, the road ends. Only a small hotel and a van parked outside that had seen coming before me. Nothing else. The owner greets and asks if I have reservation. I do not understand any of this. Where am I? Where are the statues?

Just realized that there is no connection to the south side of the mountain. The road ends here. The statues are 10 km further up, by a trail. I'm lost. The owner tries to convince me to stay in the hotel. The price is exorbitant. I make up a story about having some friends waiting for me on the South side. He tells me that only way is returning to Malatya and go around. It’s about 200 km. I must have made such a desolated and unhappy face that I think took pity on me. Tells me that there is an alternative - make a 4 km track from the last village down there and then I will reach tarmac again. Go around the hill, for 40 km of rural roads and I will be on the other side.

Now what? I fear trails. I imagining myself lost alone in the middle of the mountains. Tired, sweaty, after doing almost 300 km, at 4 pm, the last thing I feel like is doing is off-road.

I looked at the van and had an idea. I asked him if the driver could go with me through the trail until the next tarmac road. We negotiated a fair price. And here I go slowly on a dirt road with scare curves, up and down. I can´t see anyone on the way. Only the van in my rear view mirror. One of the curves is so tight and down that I gestured to the driver help me get the bike by hand. Then I have to wait for the van to make the curve. What kind of adventure.

Not even feel like taking pictures. I just want to get out of here. I'm looking at the miles indicator to see when this torment ends. After the 4 km the track does not end. Almost 10 km of track and fright. Finally we reach the tarmac and my companion went back. I have a map drawn by the hotel owner with the following villages I should go by to get to the intersection of Nemrut.

Only when I returned home I discovered that I had a camera recording the whole time. When I watched the movie I realized I made a road with a fantastic view. In the film the track does not seem so bad. I was so nervous that didn’t enjoy the ride. Just thinking the day before I had this insane idea to ride the stone road .... Only in these occasions I miss having company on the road. It would be safer to have someone around or it would be fabulous to be a movie star and ride with a production team behind.

The reality is that ... there are limits to the adventure if we want to be sure to get back home safe.

I arrive at nightfall. Rain is starting to fall. I ride up the hill seeing unsightly pensions. I found one with looking good. I park. A smiling young man to gets out and greets me. Speaks reasonable English and announces that has rooms and serves dinner. A Western couple passes by and talk to me. They are German and say this place is nice, is the 2nd time they stay here. Until dinner we stayed talking and drinking tea.

The room is basic, a bed and nothing else. The shower is on the wall and works poorly. For the price, it’s all that can be arranged. But the boy is a sympathy and dinning with the Germans helps to turn the evening more comfortable They are retired and live in Alanya. They visit Portugal and Spain looking for house but it was all expensive (I've heard this story). Love living here (later I was told that there are so many Germans in Alanya area that is called "Little Berlin")

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**Paula K** · #4 6 Apr 2015

TURKEY
April/May 2014
(solo ride)

This trip is happening in the pace of the wind and chance. The storm follows me and narrows my plans. I still cannot comply with the schedules or the stops I planned each day. Everything is happening to me and I always end on different place than I had thought.
I begin to think that this not a touristic trip but a life experience.

Wake up with the sound of the rain falling. I think I will have to adjust the plans again. At breakfast I encounter the friendly German couple. The lady says in jest - you better go back to sleep it’s a nasty weather to go up to the mountain. No, I answered. I cannot let the rain stop me from doing things. I have breakfast slowly always looking out the window. The rain slows down, slight raindrops. I decide to risk. Put on the rain suit and ride the 17 km till the top of Mount Nemrut. Square tidy stone road, soft curves, so different from the escarpment I drove yesterday. Up there the wind blows so strong that I almost fall to the ground. A badly slop road where I hardly managed to park the bike against the wind. I think it will not be easy to get it out of here.

There is a small cafe that also sells souvenirs and carpets and tea and there is a nice gentleman who greets me. He signals that keeps the helmet. There is a walkway with steps to climb to the top. A chain of walkways go around the hill. We go up by one side, go down by the other. I am alone, there are no tourists. Light rain. Strong wind. I climb up, slowly. I'm at 3,600 meters altitude. I get tired quickly. The wind does not stop. Part of the walkway is of gravel and stone steps. Sometimes my boots slip. I try to keep myself right against the wind. Half an hour climb to get the 1st level. The statues are here. Looking at the endless horizon.

Classified by UNESCO, the king Antiochus I Tomb ruins consist in 2 terraces and an altar. A roofless temple full of giant statues - lions, eagles, the gods Apollo and Zeus, the half-god Hercules, the goddess of fertility among others.

The rain stopped. Undress the rain suit. I'm sweating. Alone at the top of the world only the wind and I. Blows in my ears, speaks in a language I can understand. Or I'm getting crazy. I start talking with the wind, answer him, talk to myself. I laugh of my appearance. Take lots of time taking pictures of myself using the camera timer. Can’t get a good one the photo catches me halfway running to the spot. Finally I manage some reasonable photos. And I laugh. Good thing I am alone. My look would shock any tourist in the area.

Just me, the wind and the top of the world where I feel a strong energy, coming from the innards of the earth that surround me and stifle me. I’m sweating. I laugh. Is this dementia? I don’t know, I just know that I feel good. My eyes spread across the landscape full of clouds. Freedom. Endless horizon.

Two weeks a year are mine. No responsibilities, no jobs, no schedules, no clock, with a destination but no course. And a huge world to discover. Free. Happy.

Go around the hill and start going down to the 2nd level. More statues, heads rolled out of the bodies and spread on the hillside. A king’s outcome that was probably as crazy as I am. Ordered the construction of these statues that watch the horizon, virtually to save or protect the world. Time made the heads fall. Kings, animals, Saints. Icons of a civilization from ancient times. Other beliefs.

It is time to get down. It's easier now there are no gravel paths. In the small cafe I sit down to rest. The owner offers tea. I'm psyching myself to go down the hill, the steeply slope in this wind. With gestures, I ask for help to turn around the bike. A man that must be a driver of one of the vans that arrived meanwhile speaks a little English. Came to help.

Down the hill, the wind is softer. I stop at the hotel to pick up my bags. I’m in the restaurant talking with the young hotel owner and I mention I’m going to fuel in the gas station that had seen down there the day before. He laughs and says that post only have diesel for tractors. No petrol. The nearest station is 50 km away. I get nervous. The bike tank is almost empty.

No problem, he said. Grabs the phone and after a phone call tells me to go down the road till the 2nd village. I'll fuel in the local grocery store, a plastic bottle of 1,5 Lt. This is Turkey. Everything is solved. No problem.

I was thinking that there were gas stations everywhere. True only in main roads. In these rural roads, petrol stations only have diesel for tractors and trucks. I was lucky. Back on the road.

The last target of my trip is Sanliurfa, just 200 km from here. Heading for Kahta to fuel and have lunch. Just when I’m getting out of the city the storm bursts. Hail, thunders and lightnings so strong that I have to cross the highway in the opposite direction to take shelter at a gas station on the other side. The sky collapsed. I look like a wet duck, running as much water as the rain falling from the sky.

The employees, three old men, invite me to enter the office and of course offer me tea. They don’t speak English. Friendly. I’m sitting with a cup of tea watching Turkish dances on TV waiting for the storm ends. But it does not stop it seems it’s getting worse. I decide to go back. It will be difficult to achieve the plan today.

I enter Kahta searching for a hotel. Through the main avenue, I drive slowly looking for a sign that says "Otel". A van starts honking behind me. Pull over to let it pass. Stops near me and the driver asks if I need help. It’s the man who helped me turn the bike around on top of Nemrut hill. I'm looking for a hotel. He signals to follow him. His brother has a hotel 50 meters away. Nice looking. The rain doesn’t stop. I decide to stay. The price is good. The bathroom has a real shower. And hot water and hairdryer. I’m missing a hot shower in a proper bathroom.

Random chance or there are no chance. It had to be. By the rhythm of the wind and the rain things are happening. There is a star that shines through the storm and enlightens my path.

Spend the afternoon writing in the esplanade under a nice roof. The owner comes to talk to me. Speaks bad English. He is with another man, migrant in Italy. Between bits of English and Italian we spent hours talking about Portugal, Turkey and religion. They are moderate Muslims. He asks about my religion. I answer that I am Buddhist and I do not understand religions because men kill in its name. Accepted the explanation but insists to tell me the whole Islam story. The conversation ends because men went to pray. The mosque loudspeaker began to sing.

I check the weather. It will be raining for the next days. I must take a decision. It's silly to continue with the planned itinerary under the rain. I will return to Antalya earlier. It’s still a thousand miles to get there.

In the morning, ready to leave, the man runs for me. Brings me a gift witch offers with deference and wishes Allah to guide me on my trip. Couldn’t be more surprised. This world is full of wonders!

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**Paula K** · #5 13 Apr 2015

TURKEY
April/May 2014
(solo ride)

200 km to the South there is a highway towards Tarsus. The sky is full of grey clouds. I will try to make as many miles as possible. Before the motorway I stop in a cafe. Rain is starting again. The owner explained to me that the tolls are all electronic and I have to buy a payment card. Do not worry, it's easy, he says. On the way out, before the toll there is an office where you can buy a card and pay.

Another 270 km riding under heavy rainfall in a motorway of endless truck queues witch splash water. I'm so tired. In the checkpoint I have to give the passport and driving license to issue the card and pay. It is a small service post with a guichet. Can’t take my helmet off such is the amount of water falling.

I enter Tarsus looking for hotel. There are few people on the streets because of the rain. They walk sheltered in shops awnings. I stop at the door of a barber shop and signal to a man who was looking out the window. It must be something never seen here since everyone came outside to talk to me.

They indicate me a cheap hotel, on the main street, 100 m. ahead. I enter the hotel draining water down the hall. The reception old man smile and disappears. He went to get a mop to clean the floor. Only after he speaks to me. By gestures I ask for a room to sleep and ask about parking for the bike. Ten euros for the room and he says I can park the bike in the hallway.

I unload the bags and the old man helps me to put the bike in the hallway. The handle cannot fit in the glass door. A policeman and the parking supervisor show up. They say it’s OK to leave the bike on the side walk. No problem, no one will touch the bike. They will walk around here all night and know that the bike belongs to a Portuguisi that is traveling alone.

Very early, I have breakfast and load the bag in the bike. The elastic bands to hold the bag are missing. It must have been in yesterday's confusion trying to put the bike in-house under that weather. The reception old man realizes my disoriented look. By gestures I try to explain that I cannot tie the bag to the bike seat. Smiles and makes a waiting signal. Goes up the street and back again in few minutes with two strong and colourful rubber bands. I can imagine that there is a bike shop near. Problem solved by € 2.5. He shakes his head and repeats joyfully - No problem.

Yes, in Turkey it seems there is never any problem. Everything is solved. I like it!

I have two ways to return to Antalya. Along the coast by a slow road, dangerous and blocked with trucks or by the fast lane that will take me back to Konya. The old man points to the map and signals NO by the coast. Stamp with his finger on Konya. I will drive more 100 km far but it’s a few hours short. I follow the advice. There, I'll have to cross the windswept lowland again.

In the afternoon it starts raining again. I have not even managed to dry my clothing of yesterday's rain and I'm soaked again. 3 days that my boots are soaked. I'm sick of rain and wind and trucks. I drive until I bear out. Before crossing the mountains that separate me from Manavgat I enter a small town. It should be easier to get accommodation here that in a very touristic place. Ride down and up on the main avenue looking for hotel. Just nothing. I decide to enter a shop and ask. They indicate me a 2nd street on the left.
I am greeted by a nice lady. The hotel doesn’t have garage but there is no problem to let the bike stay at the entrance under the surveillance camera. I still have time for a walk around the city. There are no tourists here.

Everyone is looking at me curiously. In the restaurant, in the middle of dinner, the kitchen boys come and ask to take a picture. Very happy and proud they pose beside me. I must be an alien here. A woman, wearing a huge colourful jacket, dining alone. The praxis question "where r you frome?" And then they can’t say another word in English. They let me take a photo of the kitchen.

Today the itinerary is short and I’m planning to visit some tourist sites. I drive up the Taurus Mountains under a grey sky. Damm, the rain is always threatening. The road is twisted and crosses several passes. When I cross to the other side of the mountain I see white and fluffy clouds. The sun shines. On the horizon prevails the blue. It’s so good to feel the warmth. I park by the roadside. Under the sun. I take of my coat and hang it on the rail. Take of the boots. I lie down on the floor in the sun. Finally, it’s not falling water from the sky. I do not know how much time passed. Just know that the boots are dried up and I have a red face. Few cars passed.

The worst part of traveling is to realize that is ending and that the time is flying very quickly. It seems like I just arrived here yesterday and within two days I have to go back. A feeling of complete satisfaction because managed to get here and complete dissatisfaction because I want more.

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**Paula K** · #6 13 Apr 2015

TURKEY
April/May 2014
(solo ride)

I continue down the mountain towards the coast. I‘ll visit the waterfalls that were announced in tourism sites. Paid to see a small cascade. An entrance flanked with shops and restaurants. Dozens of Russian and Chinese tourists.

I know in Portugal about 3 or 4 cascades and waterfalls much more beautiful than these but aren’t announced in any tourism site. The Turks are similar to the British. Any pile of stones with over 100 years is a historical and tourist reference entitled to have special signalling. There are so many spread out along the road that if we stop on all of them it would take a whole day to make a hundred miles. It's a shame and frustration Portugal does not preserve the cultural and natural heritage it possesses. At the best level there is around this world.

The coast road between Antalya and Manavgat is the most dangerous which I drove till today stuffed with the cars and traffic lights and aggressive Turks driving. I am glad I came through the inland roads. The nice onld man from the Hotel in Tarsus was right.

Finally, I arrive in Antalya one day earlier than expected. The return flight is tomorrow night. I enter the city by the beach road - Lara Plaji. A huge sandy beach. It is Sunday and families came strolling in the sun. In the small river which flows into here there are pirate ships cruises for tourists.

In the evening I deliver the bike back to the renting company. Mr Guven is very pleased. Requires me to tell him all the adventures of the trip. Listens very carefully, nodding his head sometimes laughs. He’s very pleased that I am OK. Very proud he says he made a very careful mechanical review before I go to make sure he had no breakdown. True, this Yamaha 660 behaved very well.

I am glad to have chosen this company. They ensure technical assistance throughout the country, which gave me a lot of confidence thinking that in any event it was enough to make a phone call. Moreover, Mr Guven lent me a Turkish mobile phone. During the trip spent a total of 9 euros and called home every day (big roaming saving).

Last day of vacation. I give myself the luxury of sleeping until 9 o'clock in the morning. For the first time in two weeks I am not in the road at dawn. The Hotel is on the outskirts of town. There is a bus to the centre town, the ticket costs 60 cents and the driver advises me which bus stop I should leave. Going to last minute shopping.

It’s a beautiful sunshine day. I decide to go on a cruise in one of those wood pirate ships. At the marina there are dozens of sales agents for boat trips. They sell whatever departures early. Start by saying no to everyone. I walk by the pier trying to listen to the conversations with the tourists. Manage to hear the prices. Decided to sit in an esplanade and ask for a Turkish coffee. I am fan of this coffee. It is thick, creamy, strong.

The waiter comes and talks to me. Speaks a little English. Asks me why I’m not in a cruise. I answer that I would like very much but it is expensive. He shakes his head to say no it’s not. Calls a man who is near the boat just in front of us. They speak quickly and the man presents itself as owner of the boat. I tell him that I find very expensive and in the end of the holiday I have no money. He says a price, I maintain the No. Asks how much I can give. I propose a value. We negotiate and I end up with a price half of what I heard the other tourists pay. Cool. I’m going on a cruise.

In the boat it’s only ME and a group of Arab tourists. They look at me with curiosity. The women sit all together talking and laughing. The men dance on the sound of the Arab music. But only the men dance. The boat captain is Greek. It seems an old wolf-fish of the storybooks. Even smokes a pipe.

Once again I feel like an alien. The Arab tourists do not take their eyes off me. The women come quietly and sit beside me to take pictures. Then, very satisfied they go back to the middle of group. When we reached the Grand Cascade I ask the captain to take photos of me. I am happy and do funny poses. Some of the young women lose the shame and join me. Suddenly are all taking pictures with our arms open. We all laugh.

The boat sails along the coast. Resorts succeed one after the other. There is no beach, just the cliff. The hotel beaches are platforms built on the rock cliffs with sun loungers and parasols.

Two hours of relax, under a hot sun, resting the body after miles of rain. Another adventure with a happy ending!

I was thinking that Turkey was a complicated country with lousy roads and Middle East problems. Things we read in the newspapers. I was completely wrong. I found a fantastic land of friendly people, a clean and organized country, dreamy landscapes and fine cuisine All of this with a strong taste of Oriental and Exotic. I want to go back!

The End

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**Paula K** · #7 13 Apr 2015

In my next ride report I invite you all to "travel" with me to .... Morocco

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**canyon** · #8 20 Apr 2015

Thank you for sharing, a part of Turkey I have wanted visit for over 30 years, great photos and nice write up, looking forward to your next:-))

**Paula K** · #9 23 Apr 2015

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Originally Posted by canyon

Thank you for sharing, a part of Turkey I have wanted visit for over 30 years, great photos and nice write up, looking forward to your next:-))

Hi canyon

Thanks for your comment. Apreciate.

Its a wonderful country to travel. Don't miss it

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