Probably the last day in Turkey and the last Turkish cycling lesson really tested my morale. What it’s like when the body says no.
The Last Turkish Cycling Lesson
Day 26: It was absolutely the hardest day so far! Probably the last full day in Turkey – and I’m going to bed so exhausted that I don’t even know if I’m breathing or just pretending. Constant climbs, descents, and strong headwinds gave today’s 120 kilometers a real “hellish” charm.
Towards the end, I entered a strange autonomous mode. I see a gas station, I know I don’t have water… but I don’t stop. The thought of braking or turning seemed like an unnecessary luxury – wasting precious energy. I just wanted one thing: to lie down. Completely. I think I really lost it.
Warning and the Turtle Paradox
Yesterday’s flat tire came just in time! I discovered that the rear tire was totally worn out – I was riding on the canvas. It was life-threatening on descents. So I started the morning at a bike shop changing the tire – safety first.
And just when I thought nothing could surprise me… for the second time in my life, I rescued a turtle crossing the road. In Sri Lanka, it cost me wet pants; today, just suspiciously smelly hands.
May it have a long and safe life – even with its pace, which I would actually appreciate today.
Tomorrow I’ll be crossing into Greece – new continent, new chapter, new dreams. Wish me luck for a smooth border crossing! What do you think – what will Greece be like on a bicycle?
From Turkey to Greece!
Day 27: Borders conquered, a new stage officially begins! After challenging days in Turkey, today’s journey was marked by tranquility – no problems, no dramas. Just smooth asphalt, different light, and a strange silence that comes when one enters a new country.
On the way, I met Kiki, a bike mechanic from Croatia, who joined me for a few kilometers – and eventually for the night. Today we’re sleeping almost on the beach. I wanted to listen to the sound of the sea, but it looks more like a storm is coming. Well, that has its charm too – the sea and thunderstorms have one thing in common: they teach respect.
Tomorrow we continue further, with the wind (hopefully) at our backs and the salty smell of the sea in our noses.
What would you rather hear at night – the sound of the sea or a proper storm?
