Late leaving again! Climbing up out of Orhangazi I met a man and his wife who invited me to have coffee. He has built his house –but he and his wife don’t speak very much English. It was a lovely hiatus. Then later the same day I met two Turkish English speaking cyclists with some very flash gear on their bicycles.
They assured me I was about to go downhill – but I knew from my map I had another couple miles of uphill to traverse.
Shortly after leaving them, I came upon a hungry dog with four very new puppies. I suspect it’s the wrong time of year for these youngsters – as it was for the kittens in Kekova – but I gave the mum my lunch anyway, as she was obviously more in need of protein than me. I’d have put sudocrem on the open sore I could see on one of her nipples if I thought she’d have let me get near it – but she’d growled at me when I’d petted one of the pups so I suspected not. I gave her a scratch behind the ears instead.
It was up for a while more – with better and better views – until the glorious downhill again – towards the coast and the sea of Marmara.
I lose my way slightly about midway between Yalova and Çiftlikkoy. I see children coming home from school. Ask two guys the way and they give me great instructions and send me down the road I thought looked like it was disappearing (as it got narrower and muddier). I stop for a couple of cheesy buns and a lovely chat with the owner and crazy cat-guy of the pastry shop.
Then had an expensive pizza supper –but plenty enough to put half in a doggy bag for later.
The ferry was fun and then it was on up into Gebze. I had a bit of a minor fall as I was coming out of the harbour – there were posts to the right of the road – and I cycled in between them – not realising there was very thin wire connecting the posts which I couldn’t see in the dimpsy – despite torch and headlight and streetlights. I got tangled up in the line, broke it and (obviously) fell over, which was a bit of a shock. No harm done and onwards. (I had a few drops of the Bach rescue remedy that Sophie from Paris had given me for just such an occasion).
Noone told me there was a hill – which is just as well, because then you just get on with climbing it. I found the hotel after a bit of running around, at about 9pm. The guy on reception was fascinated by me, I believe. I think he was quite innocent – he had a picture of his two girls on his phone, which endeared me to him somewhat. Kept bringing me çay and more çay - however I was a little bit surprised when he brought tea to my room –walking in after knocking (not even waiting for the ‘enter’). It was 0020hrs and I was in bed! Fortunately I was actually awake and looking at emails. I locked the door after that, and took the phone off the hook and slept soundly.
A newly retired Terri following her heart into a world of woolly creativity. Live the dream