(^44) Trabzon
Following 534 kilometres in four days, I called a rest day, as I wasn’t doing the
Tour de France.
Trabzon was ideal for taking a break as the town sported a few attractions. It had
dozens of mosques and churches, all dating to the Byzantine and Ottoman
Empires. We even located parts of the old city walls which were still intact. I ate
the last of the salty liquorice the Dutch girls gave me. I love the stuff and was
surprised it lasted that long. But then again, I jealously guarded it and never
offered Ernest any.
Trabzon - Pazar – 122 kilometres
On another cold and cloudy day, we pedalled out of Trabzon. Still, along the new
highway, the unlit and pitch-dark tunnels made for hair-raising cycling.
Upon reaching Pazar, we, as usual, stocked up with foodstuff prior to pedalling a
few more kilometres before camping. As luck would have it, a small harbour
appeared suitable for pitching our tents between the boat sheds. No sooner had
we done so and balik (fish) arrived, compliments of the ever-friendly Turks. Soon
afterwards, an invitation to tea was extended. We were served tea and borek (a
pastry filled with various ingredients and sprinkled with sesame seeds)
accompanied by a fresh salad. We feasted upon these regional delicacies, making
cooking unnecessary.
leana
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