Bush Camp!
This was our last long ride and was over hilly back roads with 3200 feet of climbing. Most of the scenery was forrest, but along the way, three of us stopped in a farm village for a coke. The owner of the small grocery store gave us drinks and brought up chairs, insisting we sit and rest. Unfortunately, we didn’t speak Turkish and he only knew a little German. These Turks are amazingly friendly people. My ride group didn’t want me to wear any USA jerseys and even gave me a Canadian flag to fly on the back of the bike. I have not seen any hint of anti-Americanism. The word from our , Cim, is American tourist are great, Pres Bush and the American government is terrible, with the mess created in Iraq.
Our last night out is camping on a scenic hill top that looks out over a farm valley and the Black Sea. However, it doesn’t have a shower and the toilets are squatters. The staff, being quite resourceful, rigged up tarps with buckets of water for us to use with our water bottles and have an improvise shower. It was wonderful getting the sun block and salt off. Some of the riders that traveled across Africa said they got used to not showering, so this was not a big deal. The shower was essential for the rest of us.
We had quite a barbeque feast and watched a great sunset from our hilltop vantage point…a fitting final night.
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