Day 45: Turkey should be Ashamed of itself for its Roads; From Konya to Aksaray in Turkey
June 14, 2012; Distance covered today: 153 Km; Total: 3480 Km
I went to bed with one thing on mind: get out of this hotel as soon as possible. So I did. Woke up at 4:30, was out of hotel at 5:10. On my way, I stopped at a vendor’s stall and bought two bagle kind of thing with a glass of hot milk. After half hour so so, just outside Konya, I had two more with a cup of tea from another road vendor. Then I rode my bike; I mean nonstop. I knew I had a long way to go, about 140 Km so I would just push it so hard. The road was “OK” compared to other roads in Turkey, and that’s because it was flat. As soon as the roads in Turkey gets a tiny little bit of angle, you get tar on instead of bitumen. When covered about 100 Km, I stopped at a gas station, bought a can of tuna with a loaf of bread. When I was having it in the corner of the gas station, three young guys with some snack joined me. We talked a little bit about why I am not married and how they could come to Canada to make “para” which means money. The grass is always greener, isn’t it?
Because I was talking to the guy, the lunch break took a little longer than I expected. It was hot already, but at least it was not uphill so I could do fast and let the air go through my clothes. I soon, at about 2, reached 25 km to Aksaray. I stopped at a shop, bought a big carton of fruit juice and sat there to cool myself off. There were three teenagers there before some other guys came by and we talked. I hate to repeat myself but I have to. One of them was arguing with me why I have to get married because I am a Muslim. I actually shot a video of him doing so. It was very funny. Whatever I said, he would say, “I don’t care and I don’t know. You have to get married if you are a Muslim. That’s it, that’s all”.
|The guys at the shop. Can you guess who was the person arguing with me?|
I checked my GPS, and saw that there was a campground in Aksaray. Well, I had the same thing in Konya and you know what happened. But when I asked the guys at the shop I had stayed at, they said that there was one. I kept riding. The road turned into a disaster. I just don’t understand why Turkey cannot deal with its roads. I mean seriously… how technologically and logistically complicated is paving a road?! Turkey should be ashamed of itself and Turkish people should be ashamed of themselves that they don’t complain to their government and mayors for such horrible condition.
|Tar and Oil on Gravel|
I biked along the suburbs of Aksaray toward Ankara, then I was surprised to find a campground inside a hotel. It was called, Motocamp. I checked in, pitched up my tent, took a shower (boy was it refreshing?), bought some groceries, and enjoyed the rest of the day relaxing in the backyard of a hotel with no one in the site.
|Cooking although food is cheap in Turkey because normal portions do not fill me up|