On the road at 7.00 am this morning because Gail read her
watch upside down and thought it was later than it really was. So we beat all
the traffic out of town.
Today was all on highways that ranged from 2 lanes each way
to 4 each way. Not a lot of traffic apart from round the city of Eskisehir. Not far out of Eskisehir we passed what looked
like a nomad camp with tents similar to the nomad tents we saw in Iran last
year and their flocks and dogs. Not a lot further, on the rolling tundra-like
plains became heavily cultivated with what looked like wheat, beans and
possibly oats. We could see tractors working the land like isolated ants in the
distance but there was no evidence of houses or villages so where the people come
from to till those thousands of acres is a mystery. That landscape went on
until we reached the outskirts of Ankara, which we bypassed, and then it
resumed again but this time with villages and small towns visible set back from
the highway.
A major surprise was Lake Tuz which we had noted on the map
but until it came into view we hadn’t realised it is a salt lake and a bit of a
tourist attraction.
We lunched at a salt-side restaurant and walked down to the
lake to crunch around a bit on the salt which probably didn’t do our
motorcycling boots a lot of good. There was shop there selling all sorts of
salt based “health products” at inflated prices.
We diverted from the highway at Sereflikochisar and found what
appears to be the only hotel in town, the Yildirum Hotel, where they wanted 175
lira a night with breakfast but we negotiated it down to 100 (about $56). Probably
our best room yet but it ought to be considering last night cost us half that.
We’ve been in Turkey 3 days now and have seen only 2 other
bikes over about 150cc. Our bike always attracts attention whenever we stop. A
couple of times someone has pointed at the bike and asked if we are from
Bulgaria. I think they are confusing the GB plate on the back with the BG plate
that Bulgarian vehicles have. When people learn that we have ridden it from
England they are incredulous particularly when they see our grey hair when we
remove our helmets. One guy asked my age and commented either that the trip was
very strange or that I am very strange, I couldn’t catch his English, but they
are probably both true.
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