Not till alter we had consulted Cay’s coffee dregs did we decide to cycle to Kayseir and from there catch a bus to Ankara. We said good-bye to our new friends Bea and Gary, two Swedes who are planning to go round the World while visiting the most inhospitable places in the planet.
We have started things moving and we need to ask for our visas for Uzbekistan and Tajikistan in the capital so that we won’t have to wait for too long in Teheran. We were a little gullible, as we didn’t know what was ahead. After 74 km we got to Kayseri pretty tired. The first we did was to look for a place to leave our bicycles. We tried at the bus station, but no luck so we decided to look for a hotel that would admit the bicycles, things get worse. Hotels are expensive and some expect us to pay for two nights. Tired of looping we sit down to have dinner at a Tavub Kebab.
The cold night is beginning to cover the city and our strength is reaching its limit. We ask at a bar and two men approach us offering their help. Our guardian angels have just entered the scene and they speak English. They offer their office for us to leave our bicycles. Mehmet Sefranti, the owner of a Turkish-Dutch importing company leads us in his enormous Mercedes to his office. We leave our bicycles there for two days.
After this problem has been solved, we find ourselves being taken full Speedy to a safe area where we can wait for the bus. At twelve, we take the bus and we spend the night coming in and out of our dreams. We reach Ankara at five in the morning, but,… this is another story.
We owe these people so much that we feel the obligation to continue telling the story of a proud, friendly and polite people.
We have started things moving and we need to ask for our visas for Uzbekistan and Tajikistan in the capital so that we won’t have to wait for too long in Teheran. We were a little gullible, as we didn’t know what was ahead. After 74 km we got to Kayseri pretty tired. The first we did was to look for a place to leave our bicycles. We tried at the bus station, but no luck so we decided to look for a hotel that would admit the bicycles, things get worse. Hotels are expensive and some expect us to pay for two nights. Tired of looping we sit down to have dinner at a Tavub Kebab.
The cold night is beginning to cover the city and our strength is reaching its limit. We ask at a bar and two men approach us offering their help. Our guardian angels have just entered the scene and they speak English. They offer their office for us to leave our bicycles. Mehmet Sefranti, the owner of a Turkish-Dutch importing company leads us in his enormous Mercedes to his office. We leave our bicycles there for two days.
After this problem has been solved, we find ourselves being taken full Speedy to a safe area where we can wait for the bus. At twelve, we take the bus and we spend the night coming in and out of our dreams. We reach Ankara at five in the morning, but,… this is another story.
We owe these people so much that we feel the obligation to continue telling the story of a proud, friendly and polite people.
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