The wind blows me couscous and canned juices
The headwind continues to be my daily companion. Every morning, I get out of my tent, hoping that it has changed sides and is now blowing on the side that he is supposed, but it is wasted effort. I hit the road, fighting hard for each kilometer for a week.
At one point, I even have to pedal down the hills. Fortunately, my hair is so greasy that even when riding without a helmet in this wind, I keep my haircut.british actor. You have to stay positive.
The Good Samaritan
It seems that my convict air still has its advantages. One day, while I'm on a break on the side of the road, a man stops and beckons me to go see him. Without us being able to understand each other, he gives me a wonderful lunch with sausage, couscous ... and canned juices! I leave happy.
That evening, Turkey is also forgiven by showing itself to be photogenic.
A happy Jonathan.
The view from my camp in Zara.
The next day, nothing new under the sun. I always maintain, forcing, a sad average of about 10 km / h. It is mentally difficult to continue and I start dreaming of a swimming pool, even swimming pools. Yeah, I would swim in two pools at the same time. A swimming pool inside another swimming pool.
This is where a white truck that I recognize slows down, stops, and beckons me to go see it. Well no, it's not a mirage, it's my same savior as yesterday! We didn't say anything more than the day before, and this time he has two lunches for me. Just like I was thinking I need to find a grocery store, here I am hard fat with two amazing new meals, snacks and other little canned juices! I would have enough to swim in a pool of small canned juices.
A few hours later, at an altitude of almost 2 m, I decide to stop at Lake Kizilirmak. It is probably the most beautiful place I have camped. Completely alone, I even allow myself to wash myself there. Bonus, it is less cold than I thought! I'm leaving a new man.
Probably the most beautiful place I have camped on, Lake Kizilirmak.
The wind turns
Asphalt often has a beautiful black appearance in Turkey. But this is only a decoy. It is soft, ruts, crumbles into small nuggets and sticks to the tires. But hey, at least it's asphalt!
It is on this asphalt that I climb again, up to more than 2 m this time. The descent is however magical on the other side. I follow the side of the mountain for tens of kilometers until I soon reach the place where I will have to turn left to attack the mountain range head-on, in order to reach the Black Sea to the north. I'm not sorry to be there. After pushing against this headwind for the past three weeks, a change is welcome.
The god of the winds misinterprets my wish. Two kilometers before I dive north, it's the wind itself that finally changes direction 180 degrees. I now have it on my back!
Ben coudonc, I will have had it in the back for two kilometers, must remain positive!
The 5000th
Despite the Turkish wind, the Austrian snow, french rain, Bosnian roads, I reached my 5000th kilometer on the clock during this difficult week. I can hardly believe it's already a third of my trip. So much is already behind. So many more are still ahead. One thing is certain, I have already learned a lot in this adventure, and I am convinced that nothing will be able to be tested at the end of this geographical and mental journey.
