It’s All Uphill From Here

“The greatest pleasure in life is doing what people say you cannot do.”


Our first few days through the northeastern Turkish hills proved to be our wettest days yet as we found ourselves in an unrelenting storm for days (and nights) on end. In fact, for eight hours one day I sang this song (to the tune of “Mister Sun”) –

“Oh mister wind, wind, mister abnoxious wind, please go home sick todayyyyy.”

– which probably gives you an idea as to which part of the storm was getting on my nerves the most.

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Welcome to Turkey

“Destined to be an old women with no regrets.”


When we got to the “baggage check” station between the boarder of Georgia and Turkey we were prepared to laboriously take off every bag, put them on the X-Ray, and then repack our bags on the bike on the other side because that is what everyone else was doing. When the man in change of the station saw us though, he waved us through while ignoring our passports (which he was suppose to check as well), asked us half-heartedly if we were carrying alcohol or cigarets (no), and then, without missing a beat, asked us if we wanted some tea. So as everyone else was waiting for their passports and bags to be checked, we stood off to the side with our first cup of Turkish tea. Welcome to Turkey as a cyclist.

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