Today was the day we entered rural inland Turkey… Having ridden on a coastal route through tunnels and by a fair few lorries, we then cut eastwards and headed toward ominous looking mountains. We have chosen the least steep road toward Kastamonou, with a max elevation of around 1200m, and therefore have a few Pyrenee-like climbs ahead. The locals try to help us out: they honk their horns, shout at us, and sometimes give us a refreshing bottle of water but really it comes down to grinding some very low gears with very heavy bikes for a fairly long time!
Braking enthusiastically for a junction, Ant managed to rip up his spare shorts in his rear brake while they were drying and so is now riding on the same pair to the next big town!
I was victim of a worrying and unexpected problem: after a couple of days, my rear tire had already worn through on a section of side wall and as such caused two large tire blowouts. Two inner tubes and a tire later, we were on our way again amongst a crowd of children keen to race up the hills!
After a quick scout for ‘accommodation’, we were advised to go to the police station where we chatted our way to a seat, some tea, and enough attention to warrant the commander of the station to look for a place for our tent for the night. We have pitched up behind the station and though we attracted about 20 children to both our tent and our wash in the mosque (they sat there, disconcertingly, and watched), it now seems quiet enough to get a bit of sleep before the next call to prayer.