Today’s distance / 今日の走行距離: 93.27km
Average speed / 平均速度: 13.6km/h
Time on bike / 走行時間: 6h 49m
Total distance to date / 今日までの積算距離: 3298.0km (plus 4200km)
Ascent / 上り: +680m
Descent / 下り: -675m
Ugh. Sore throat this morning. Someone is dragging barbed wire down my throaaaaaat…
Generally feeling under the weather all day today. I almost forgot all about my throat and general non well being when a police car pulled up in front of me, the cops jump out, shake my hand heartily, and thrust me a newspaper, with an article about me in it.
Awaiting translation from someone who is in the know.
The day was mostly flat, following the coast.
Excitement at lunchtime however. I had myself in a nice little titch. The cafe I pulled up to looked closed. I asked a person nearby who looked like he was in the know, and he said the cafe was closed. Not so good. The next town was about 15kms away, and it was already 2pm.
I was just about to pull away, when a short bald guy with eyes really close together trotted out of the cafe. ‘Cafe’s open! Welcome!’ They had beef patties or chicken on the menu. I chose the beef patties.
They were over cooked, served with a few slices of cucumber, and some old bread.
I ate the patties, and cucumber, but left the bread. All washed down with 500ml of bottled water.
I stood and asked the short bald guy with eyes really close together how much I owed.
‘9YTL (NZ$9, US$7)’ he indicated with nine stubby fingers. For the readers’ reference, I paid 5YTL for fresh beef patties on a bed of soft rice, a large fresh salad, and fresh bread, the day before.
‘Ah, no. I don’t think so, mate. Try again. how much do I owe?’ I said calmly.
‘9YTL. Seven for the patties, two for the water’ the short bald guy with eyes really close together said.
I almost laughed. Now I knew he was trying to rip me off.
‘2YTL for 500ml of water?!’ I asked incredulously.
I raised my voice.
‘I am a tourist! I have lots of money, do I?!’ I shouted, still smiling at the madness of it all. I couldn’t believe this guy was ripping me off.
‘OK, OK, 5YTL’ he said.
I showed him a 20YTL note. The short bald guy with eyes really close together halted, as if to say, ‘we don’t have change’.
The owner looking guy, hearing the raucous, walked over and asked how much change I had. I showed him the 1.90YTL in coins I had, and said that that would do. I handed him the change, and headed out of the door, shaking my head.
So I ended up only paying 1.90YTL for lunch.
I fumed for 20 minutes or so as I pedalled. I considered biking back and giving the short bald guy with eyes really close together a bit more of my mind. The cheek of it all.
After lunch highlights were the extra safe (not) powerline technicians with no harnesses:
Bees with red bulbous legs:
And something I have seen often here on the side of the road in Turkey. Bottles full of what I assume is urine. I can only assume that long haul truckers pee into the bottles while they drive and then throw them out? At least that’s what I’ve convinced myself of.
Towards the end of the day, I came upon Guntur Holiday Village. Deserted. Only the security guys. They waved me through the gates, and I headed straight for the deserted beach. Massive, open, calm, windswept. Perfect.