Meal Time On the Road

“Your bike is discovery; your bike is freedom. It doesn’t matter where you are, when you’re on the saddle, you’re taken away.”

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I’ve already talked about common foods we make for dinner, and more recently, I did a post about our new favorite soup, but what about during the day? What we eat really depends on what we can find and what is cheap or in season. For instance, we typically eat buckweat or oatmeal for breakfast, but since we have yet to find either of those things here in Turkey, we have transitioned to eating bread and yogurt, eggs, or cheese when we wake up. During the day we also eat a lot of bread since that’s typically something easily found (fresh) in most countries. We rarely stop to cook an actual lunch so more often than not we end up snacking on fruit, bread, and some sort of sweet thing throughout the day. Though it’s not exactly healthy, in every country we have found a twenty-five cent treat (cookies here, ice cream in Georgia, chocolate in India) that is easily found and incorporated into our “lunch,” along with an unlawful amount of bananas in the States, mangos when they were in season in India, copious amounts of watermelon, tomatoes, and peaches throughout the summer in Georgia, and most recently here in Turkey, a whole lot of mandarins and apples since we have been able to find them everywhere.

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It’s Worth It, I Promise

“Bicycling is a big part of the future. It has to be. There’s something wrong with a society that drives a car to work out in a gym.”

I never, ever, ever do this, but I have a blog I feel is worth reading. (Click here!!) It’s not a blog – more like a collection of hilarious sticky note comic strips that depict bike touring – and it’s seriously the most amusing and well done and original thing. Ever. Plus, she is a twenty-one year old cyclist too! I just read through half of all of her posts all in one setting, all the while cracking up like a maniac and falling in love with her style.

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I have a new Facebook page! I will no longer be using my personal one, so for those of you who would like to follow with small updates of stories and photos, come like it.

It Feels Like Home: Living With a Turkish Cyclist

“I love the feeling of being anonymous in a city I have never been before.”

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You know that sort of happy “I love life” feeling you get after a few days of hanging out with like-minded people, eating delicious food, and simply feeling at home in a far away country? Well that basically sums up these last few days with our favorite host (and his friends) yet who managed to make this week one of our best so far in Turkey.

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Welcome Stranger

“We travel not to escape life. But for life not to escape us.”

After about half an hour of studying the ants who lived at the campsite we had picked out off of a small dirt road in the countryside a tractor with a man, woman, and teenage girl drove by and waved. On their way out they stopped to give us some of the grapes they had just picked from their vines before inviting us back to their house for a meal. They served us fresh homemade bread, cheese, olives, and a stuffed bread that was absolutely delicious while the two girls, eleven and seventeen, used their few words of English along with my few in Turkish to ask us questions. When we left an hour or so later they sent us on our way with more food for dinner later on, something we were even more grateful for than usual since all we had with us was our “emergency” rice as we hadn’t passed any stores that day.

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Gas Stations and Sun, Kisses and Cold

“How to Overthrow the System: brew your own beer; kick in your Tee Vee; kill your own beef; build your own cabin and piss off the front porch whenever you bloody well feel like it.”

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The last week in Turkey has been a blur of hot beautifully sunny short days and cold nights through very easy terrain. As the sun now rises by five-thirty, and sets, much to our dismay, by four-thirty, we have continued to use the sun and not the manmade invention of “hours” to guide our days. We still get up with the sun while it’s -5C or so out, cycle throughout the sunny hot days (20C or so, though in the full sun it feels a lot hotter, and on the downhills a whole lot colder), before finding ourselves a campsite by four in order to quickly set up the tent and cook, sometimes in the dark. By six or so we are listening to a final podcast before bed, and we are always asleep by seven. Though this seems absurd, if we were to move time two hours forward (so that we would get up at seven-thirty, and go to bed by nine) it wouldn’t seem that silly at all.

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Turkish Food: Eating With the Family

“The art of being happy lies in the art of extracting happiness from common things.”

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One of our favorite aspects of staying with a family in Van was all of the wonderful homemade Turkish food it enabled us to try. Every meal was communal, meaning that everyone ate from the various dishes set out on a large tablecloth on the floor. There was always plenty of bread – a staple in any Turks diet – that we used as a spoon to eat dips, soups, and salads. I absolutely loved this communal set up without individual plates because I could keep eating or stop eating whenever I pleased instead of filling my plate too full and then over eating to finish it, something I’m really good at. It was also sort of fun having everyone sharing gathered around on the floor sharing all of the dishes since it felt a lot more intimate than being all spread out at a table. I’ve made Kevin promise me that we can still occasionally eat like this when we get home to Oregon. He in turn has decided we should get a wood fire stove so I can make bread and such like they do here… Who says you can’t keep traveling (at least through food) once you go back home?

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A Turkish Homestay: Living in Van

“I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I intended to be.”

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It was 2C but it felt a whole lot colder as we began to climb yet another small hill. We were soaked, absolutely soaked, and the chilly wind and pouring rain wasn’t helping one bit. We knew we had seventy kilometers to go until the largest city yet, Van, and since we knew we couldn’t camp inside such a large city (and since we were desperate for a shower and electricity to charge our electronics) we were going to try and find a cheap hotel to stay in for the night. I jokingly told Kevin that if an empty truck stopped to offer us a ride at any point (because we looked so pathetic) we would accept, and sure enough, that’s basically what happened.

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Your Bacon Use to Oink

“But ever since he had been a child, he had wanted to know the world, and this was much more important to him than knowing god and learning about man’s sins.”

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As we were walking down the street of a fairly large city I stopped to watch as an older gentleman who was selling chickens cut the throat of one of the flailing birds as a one year old child squatted beside it completely unperturbed sort of playing with its feathers. He watched as the man handed the now dead bird to his mother and got up to join her and the three dead birds they were taking home for dinner. Like most children here (and in the rest of the world) this little boy knows full well that the chicken on his plate came from the clucking animal he just saw die, a fact that I among most Americans choose to ignore at home with our daintily packaged meats that yield no clues that bacon use to oink, or that beef use to moo.

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Amerika, Diapers, and a Kurdish Fighters Funeral

“Trust your own instinct. Your mistakes might as well be your own, instead of someone else’s.”

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Now that we have been in Turkey for two weeks we have begun to see some patterns. After we tell people where we are from, nearly all of them answer with “oh good!,” “I love Amerika” (with a k here in Turkey) or even, “thank you.” This is especially true in the east predominately Kurdish region where we have been cycling because the United States is currently helping the Kurds to fight off their greatest enemy… ISIS. One Kurd also thanked us (on behalf of his people to our people) for helping to secure some land and government representation for the Iraqi Kurds who are no longer as oppressed as they once were. Though politics definitely aren’t our thing, and we are often hesitate to go around shouting we are from the USA since we definitely aren’t a unanimously loved nation, it has seemed to be a pretty good thing so far over here.

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Out Latest Concoction

“‘I’m bored’ is a useless thing to say. I mean, you live in a great, big, vast world that you’ve seen none percent of. Even the inside of your own mind is endless; it goes on forever, inwardly, do you understand? The fact that you’re alive is amazing, so you don’t get to say ‘I’m bored.’”

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Our latest backpacking stove concoction is delicious enough to warrant it’s own post as we had yet to invent it when I wrote about some of the common foods we make.

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