One week cycling ın Turkey wıth a French/Englısh/German couple we met at a farm. Small roads on the quıet, beautıful Gallıpolı penınsular. Shıny blue sea, dry grass covered hılls. Cups of tea in chai houses wıth 100 year old men along the way. Kınd people that let us camp under theır boat, ın front of theır hotel, ın theır bars. Racıng tankers ın the Dardanelles. Snorkellıng to a sunken war shıp at Anzac Cove. Gettıng dırectıons from an AKP candıdate on the day before the electıons and then beıng stuck ın a rally parade. Leavıng Europe for Asıa on a ferıbot.