Day Sixty

11/07/25 - Day Sixty

Today was a really great day. Manuel and I set off later than planned at 0800, after saying our goodbyes to the rest of the gang, and Inanç of course! We chatted away the morning miles, battling strong headwinds as we went. After a shop and lunch in Saray, I was absolutely KO’d - defeated by my own greed once again. Many friendly Turks came to try and speak with us as we sat. What a country! Seemingly full of genuinely lovely friendly souls, always trying to communicate with us. Wow!

Post lunch miles very tough to begin with, but gave way to a cracking afternoon of punchy climbs and punchier descents. At one point brushing shoulders with death - I looked up from a head down burst of speed, to find an overtaking pickup barrelling right at me. It barely missed me evidently, but left me shook. There were a lot of big dogs out today - some friendly, some mangey, some aggressive. We were flagged down by more frenchies in the late evening. A friendly French couple going the other way: started in Georgia/Armenia and cycling home. We were changed plans and campsite intel, before pressing to find camp. We found a nice spot just a little ways off the road, 83 miles done. We lucked out as we were treated to an awesome nearly full blood moon thingamajig. A picturesque finish to a belter! Niiiiiiiice.

 

 

 

Precariously positioned behind the poo lorry

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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