Chapter 3 - Hazelnuts, Headwinds, and the
Hunt for ShelterI hesitated momentarily to leave my bedbug-free haven, but the
promise of a hearty breakfast lured me out of bed. As I savoured the
delightful spread of a traditional Turkish breakfast—olives, juicy
tomatoes, crisp cucumbers, perfectly boiled eggs, freshly baked
bread, and a diverse array of cheese —it was right up my alley.
I set off along the stunning coastal route, feeling invigorated and
alive. Before long, I found myself deep in Hazelnut country,
mesmerised by the sight of farmers drying their bountiful harvest
along the roadside, I had to snap a few pics. Evidently, these folks
were well-prepared for a solid season of work.
While the Black Sea may not boast dramatic tides, it certainly has its
share of charming little wind-driven waves. This coastline is also
dotted with headlands, each adorned with its own castle, though I
decided to save those explorations for another day.
By around 3 PM, I stumbled upon a gem of a campsite by the marina.
This place was a dream come true—lush green lawns, spotless
restrooms, and a restaurant that promised delicious meals. Even
though I only cycled 80 kilometres, I couldn't resist the urge to stay.
Who knew when I’d encounter such a lovely spot again?
Just as I parked my bike, a fellow camper approached me with a
warm smile, offering me a bottle of water, a sweet chocolate treat,
and a fizzy drink. Their kindness instantly filled me with gratitude.