(^32) Campsite - Unknown village – 81 kilometres
With all the chatting while packing up, it turned out between 10 and 11 a.m. before
getting underway. Our route followed country lanes through farmlands and tiny
settlements until we were spat out at the coast.
At each stop tea was offered; hence, there was no such thing as a quick stop. During
the tea-drinking process, we missed Julie and Mayo. The weather changed and
turned bitterly cold. Kudos to Esther who pedalled 81 kilometres to find a suitable
spot to hide from the wind.
Unknown village – Akcakoca – 18 kilometres
Still cold, we rode the short distance into Akcakoca, where a room with a great Black
Sea view became home that night. Then, finally, we could shower and rinse our
clothes.
That night we went to a restaurant, where Esther settled the bill. In fact, she paid
for virtually everything since her arrival! Our clothes were still wet in the morning,
and we stayed put. Like nearly all places in Turkey, Akcakoca had an old town that
sported well-preserved traditional houses made of wood and bricks.
Akcakoca - Eregli Camping – 55 kilometres
My camera got wet and stopped working but miraculously sprang back to life.
Hallelujah! Against all the odds, we came upon a relatively flat stretch. Still, it didn’t
last long and immediately past Eregli, it started climbing sharply away from the
coast.
leana
(Leana)
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