Saturday 15th October Domaniç – Inegöl 10.9miles

​I spend a pleasant morning in the sunny pastry shop below the hotel, supping black instant coffee, eating baklava and (amongst other things) watching a video of Michelle Obama talking about Donald Trump’s sexual predatory behaviour and comparing it in my mind to some Turkish men.   I am following John Grant’s instruction to eat more baklava.   I can do that easily – I have a sweet tooth (the few of them that are left). 
 
I finish the first chart of the cowl I am knitting and the woman in the shop comes over to have a look.   It’s an Åsa Tricosa pattern and I’m loving it.  The woman also loves it , and makes that gesture for ‘beautiful’ I’ve seen so many Turks do – gathering the fingers and thumbs together and turning them towards the body with a bent wrist (like making a shadow bird) bob the hand up and down slightly.    Time to get going.
 
I am just starting to climb up a 10% hill (the biggest hill of today) when two lads stop and offer me a lift – for petrol money.  I’m happy to get a lift up the hill and they drop me off about 15miles up the road before turning off.  Now I’m not so far from Inegöl which means rerouting again but seems a good place to find a hotel.   
And so it works out.   I don’t move out of the hotel room, not even to find supper, but blog – and look at videos of home.  What a beautiful place I do live in.