Didn’t leave the Otel until midday as go the wifi working and uploaded as many pictures as I could. Think I’m finally into September on all the blogs now – and very nearly up to date on Facebook. Am way ahead on the Daily Draws after the lovely time painting and drawing with Gill and Jeremy, but did a quick doodlewash whilst waiting for the pictures to upload.
Now off to find Burdur – about 30miles away. The first 10miles were flattish, easy cycling across flood plains with hills – mountains, even – to either side. The mounds drew in and I could see the gap between them where the road passed and I knew it could only mean up. About 3 miles of pushing up. They were resurfacing the road A tso half of the dual carriageway was closed. It was easy enough to get over to the ‘closed’ side – which was finished apart from needing paint lines to mark the lanes – and have the road to myself, away from the lorries and exhaust fumes.
A tractor and trailer came along the ‘closed’ section and the driver really wanted to help me up the hill. I looked on dubiously as he gesticulated holding on. Then he tied a rope around the side of the trailer and the other end to Rowenna while I looked on even more doubtfully. The rope snapped at the trailer end as soon as he moved off and it was asked to take the load. I don’t think the driver even noticed – but I appreciated the gesture. I plodded on.
The last 10 miles were more or less downhill – which was a very pleasant end to the day’s riding. L stopped at one of the many cafes to ask the men where a hotel could be found. They discussed this amongst themselves before agreeing that I should go back aways towards the town centre and I would find one there and indeed I did.
Budur is twice the size of Buçak but I didn’t see that much of it. I went to a soul-less hotel which was 5TL cheaper than the one last night. In fact – these last two days set the pattern for the next week, almost – ride all day on the D-650 to the nearest big town, find a cheap and characterless hotel, go eat supper somewhere nearby then blog/read/sleep. Repeat ad nauseum.
The staff at this hotel were pleasant enough – especially the young chap that took Rowenna down to the basement – he had a very cheeky grin.
A newly retired Terri following her heart into a world of woolly creativity. Live the dream