One of several dozen chapters in the book " Histoires à dormir dehors ". This one takes place in Turkey.

Along the paths, several things made me laugh. Following the 1 part, here are more photos of the amazing ones on the road!

After my long Turkish journey to the east, I finally dive north to reach the Black Sea. These are my last days in Turkey.

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.

Before ending the chronology of the Turkish crossing, I invite you to take a little aside on how lucky we are to live in a clean country.

I meet a Scandinavian cyclist, some “maybe” refugees, and have me invited to a couple in a fight. Between Ankara and Sivas, I realize that I still have crusts to eat before being hired by National Geographic.

The wind picks up, the English disappears and the animals appear. Welcome to rural Turkey.

Here I am in one of the ancient capitals of the world. The city is old and historic, modern and buzzing, riverside, mountainous, European, Asian. Istanbul is wonderful.

After Bulgaria and Greece, my brother will soon end his cycling trip with me. It only remains for us to calmly reach Istanbul and enjoy the city. That was without counting our mechanical and traffic problems.