Turkey!

a good lifeI found the road after Edessa in the direction of Thessalonike a bit long straight and boring. The only good thing is all the petrol stations…. there seem to be more petrol stations than cars and every one of them got two bored men sitting outside who call you over when you cycle passed. When you do they offer you coffee, water, ice cream or a ride on the back of a motorbike. That last one I friendly refused since I don’t like the style of driving 300 km/h with no helmet… They’re all real lovely but I still don’t like the road.Inecik So I got off at Pela, which happens to be the birthplace of Alexander the Great. It’s also the birthplace of Litsa, who friendly let me stay in her house and told me a bit about Greek/Macedonian history and I had a HOT shower! the first one in 5 days… 2 countries ago. And I had to try the homemade wine and homemade honey 😀a drawing for me!

Everywhere I go people first ask if I’m alone. 2nd question is; “aren’t you afraid?” Afraid of what?
I don’t like dogs running after me or snakes on the road… I even did 58.1km/h with dogs after me… ok, it was downhill, but still! But “no” they say, “for people”… Why should I be afraid of people? No, I’m not. Funny thing though that Greece is the first country where people keep telling me; “Here it’s safe… Albania, Turkey that’s dangerous… but here it’s safe..” It’s also the first country where I’ve been followed by dogs twice and harressed by men 3 times, but not to worry they,re all slightly pathetic and not half as strong as me (the man)… But here it’s safe…bad place to be turtle

It’s still a nice country the flat bits are a bit dull, but good for my knees who are getting tired of climbing and look forward to a rest in Istanbul. One day I’ve found a campsite so put up my tent, got offered some food by the neighbours, and wondered into the small fishing village of Porto Lagos…. Porto Lagos? …. PORTO LAGOS!!!! little harbourI all off the sudden realised I’ve been here before! I already thought it seemed familiar. I spent a week in this village on my 2002 hitchhiking trip to Istanbul (from Athens, not from Holland…. that would be crazy)hanging around

I just found out a few days ago that big sis and husband are expecting a baby!! How exciting is that! Great news, now I’ll get to be the crazy aunt that travels the world and brings presents from far away places Whoohoo!! 😀

On the campsite in Alexandropoulis a fairly negative German warned me for the dangers of this world. There’s bombs in Turkey, war in Iran and people are getting murdered in Australia! … thanks.

Now. I arrived in Turkey! Last time I was here I was young and stupid. Now its 5 years later.a warm welcome

I’ve heard many stories about Turkish hospitality, but the first day I got here I was flabbergasted!
Just across the border I was welcomed by a group of traditional dancers. Ok, they might have not been especially for me, but still…
Then when I stopped at a petrol station to refill my water bottle I was invited to have a tea or çay. 2 çay, a bottle of fresh water, an ice cream and a meal of salad, rice and soup later I was ready to continue my journey.
In the evening I stopped in the village of Inecik to find a place to sleep. No one spoke english or german but all you need is signs: “where sleep” easy. So I was taken to the village hall where a mattress on the floor would be my bed for the night. But a bit later the young boy who showed me around town came back to tell me I was going somewhere else. He took me to a house up the hill. And there I was welcomed by the mayor and his wife and I stayed with them, cause a girl alone shouldnt sleep by herself in the village hall…mayor and his wife at breakfast

Not far before Istanbul I stopped at a petrol station to find water, an english man started talking to me. He was Jim the truck driver who takes pharmaceuticals to Turkey. We had a çay and he invited me to stay in the truck since he had to spent the night there and I was looking for a place to sleep. It’s brilliant, you’ve got the wee bunk behind the seats and a dvd-player! so I watched a movie. AND, I got a lesson how to drive a truck!I drove that truck

Today I will arrive in Istanbul which is perfect timing since tomorrow is some kind of national holiday. Something to do with Ataturk. I’m not sure what exactly but I’ll find out and will let you know…lunch company

15 thoughts on “Turkey!

  1. Hoi Mirjam!
    Zo, weer terug in Turkije en meteen is het feest.
    Ben benieuwd naar de foto’s. Grappig berichtje van Kylie. Kan me er wat bij voorstellen 🙂
    Geniet er van en rust even lekker uit!

    kus,

    papa.

  2. Hello Mirjam!!!

    Don’t forget to visit the family Turk in Akbayir on the Black sea coast to say hello as you promised! And enyoi the Turks! One of the most hospitabel people you will ever meet! (You can’t stop for 2 minutes before you’ve got offred the world…..so watch out for them!!! ;>

    About the ‘dangers’ in Turkey, read this…http://www.wereldfietser.nl/phpbb/viewtopic.php?p=10570 (The fifth text)

    Funny thing is that the turks themselves worn you for every village 8o km further on…this will continue.

    Enyoi!!!!!!
    Blanche, another cycling dutch girl
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  3. Hé globetrotter! Bekende plekken zeg waar je nu zit! Zaten je vader en ik een kleine veertig jaar geleden ook (zonder brug over de Bosporus; behelpen hè?). Ontdekten we op de pont midden op de Bosporus dat de autosleutels nog in de auto zaten met de deur op slot! Afijn, ruit ingeslagen en op de aziatische kant door een handige turk een nieuwe laten snijden. O ja, Büyük Ada is een heel leuk eilandje voor de kust van Istanboel: aanrader! Heel veel plezier verder en allahaismarladik en dan zeg jij güle güle (zo krijg je een dolkomische samenspraak voor 2 personen!)
    Verder is Celia weer thuis: moet alleen nog een paar keer in de week terug voor therapie maar ‘t ergste hebben we denk ik gehad.

    Groetjes van Celia en Henk.

  4. I looked the “hurahs” on the song for ma. Very heartfelt. More songs less photos and blah blah.
    🙂

  5. Hallo Mirjam,

    wat ben je toch een kei, kan al trucks besturen, je gaat als een speer, zo te zien werkt het weer mee, leuke videofilms, hoop dat je gezondheid zo goed blijft, we leven allemaal met je mee, leuk het lang zal ze leven voor je 50-jarige Moeder, nu ik wens je een behouen vaart(fiets) en tot horens, alle goeds van je Tante Riet (maassluis).

  6. Hiya Mirjam,
    Keep the awesome stories and photos coming…I didn’t know that you were such a professional wildlife photographer – I am impressed!
    Cheers
    Julian

  7. Ik heb je ontmoet, ik ben een van de motorrijders op de foto de meest rechtse. mijn naam is Marcel wij zijn reeds thuis en alweer driftig aan het werk. Ik ga je tocht volgen veel succes en zoals bikers zeggen BORN FREE FREE BORN.

  8. Lieve Mirjam,
    Wat leuk dat we elkaar door de telefoon gesproken hebben! Met ons gaat alles goed, wij zijn blij dat je het zo naar je zin hebt met fietsen.
    We wensen je een hele fijne fietstocht.

    Van ons allebei een dikke knuffel!

  9. Hey! Guess who got your job? And your room… Kerry from Arnies! She’s doing great. Hoping you aren’t sick of Kebabs yet and the Turkish sausages are staying in their packets. xxx

  10. Heel slim van je om de dieren zoet te houden want iedereen weet hoe dat gaat met die gasten; ze lullen alles door en voor je het weet heb je een slechte naam in ‘het rijk der dieren’ en da’s het laatste wat je wilt, geloof mij. Let wel, ponies lusten geen honing.

  11. Hey Mirjam!

    kwam jou tegen in istanbul, heb je heel ff gesproken wat jammer was want wat jij doet is zo gaaf! (en gestoord) ik ga je reis vanaf hier wel ff verder volgen, heel veel succes en geluk!

    kus jorrit

  12. just reading through your stories…

    I liked this line; hitchhiking trip to Istanbul (from Athens, not from Holland…. that would be crazy)

    Greetings from Istanbul (yes I hitchhiked here from Holland hehe)

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