Today was a long day. I left Diyarbakir around 0730 local time and I went to the Nemrut Daği Milli Parki. There is a road that reaches almost the top of the mount Nemrut, at more than 2000 meters above the sea level, the mountain is dominating the area and the whole park is full of different things to see.
I left the Park and I headed to Adana: a very long and boring way. Two things happened: I was stopped at a police control (there were no cars, I think they were bored), they wanted to see inside the right side bag and it was fine. Then we talked a little bit, there was a civilian, a mechanical engineer, working as translator at the check point. At some poin I realized that both policemen were keeping the AK unsecuredse, at least in single shot and not in full auto.
No rules here, it's creepy.
The climax was at a Petrol station, where a man asked me if I could bring him to Switzerland by bike. We spent a half hour discussing with the help of google translator and his soon, who is studying medicine. Then after Adana I took the road through Kiralan and Belemedik, a very nice road till it turned into a short and tougher version of the most famous Dead Road.
The road was going along the railways, and at some point it started descending steepy and the problem was that the ground was made of broken rocks, there were no points of pure earth for finding some grip. I turned off the engine and "rode" down slowly. A normal size man with a maxi Enduro would have been fucked. Then the road continued in very dangerous situations but with a better grip. Once the rear wheel slipped and gained grip after a little bit, as result the bike was heading outside the road: luckily there was grip and I could brake. But no worries, I'm like Schettino and I was ready for "abbandonare la nave!"...don't tell this to my beast!
When I reached Pozanti it was very late, so I went to Göreme by paved roads. I reached it around 22.15, what a long day. The next two nights I'll stay here.
Nemrut Dağı.
End of the road almost on the top of Nemrut Dağı.
I left the Park and I headed to Adana: a very long and boring way. Two things happened: I was stopped at a police control (there were no cars, I think they were bored), they wanted to see inside the right side bag and it was fine. Then we talked a little bit, there was a civilian, a mechanical engineer, working as translator at the check point. At some poin I realized that both policemen were keeping the AK unsecuredse, at least in single shot and not in full auto.
No rules here, it's creepy.
The climax was at a Petrol station, where a man asked me if I could bring him to Switzerland by bike. We spent a half hour discussing with the help of google translator and his soon, who is studying medicine. Then after Adana I took the road through Kiralan and Belemedik, a very nice road till it turned into a short and tougher version of the most famous Dead Road.
Old unused road near on the Çakıtsuyu Çayı.
The road was going along the railways, and at some point it started descending steepy and the problem was that the ground was made of broken rocks, there were no points of pure earth for finding some grip. I turned off the engine and "rode" down slowly. A normal size man with a maxi Enduro would have been fucked. Then the road continued in very dangerous situations but with a better grip. Once the rear wheel slipped and gained grip after a little bit, as result the bike was heading outside the road: luckily there was grip and I could brake. But no worries, I'm like Schettino and I was ready for "abbandonare la nave!"...don't tell this to my beast!
When I reached Pozanti it was very late, so I went to Göreme by paved roads. I reached it around 22.15, what a long day. The next two nights I'll stay here.
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