Sleep was restless. I kept waking up, think I was late, but it was
We waited for the rest of the group and, in the meantime, the rafting guide staying at the pension came and talked my ear off. He told me about all the different types of rafting available and all the places around the world where he’d gone rafting. He tried to allay our “fears” about the water being cold and by describing the beauty of the rapids:
“Shakira gibi dans ediyor!”
“The water dances like Shakira!”
We left late, circa
After our little shopping trip, it was time to really get going. We didn't know where he was taking us, but Mehmet Bey started driving towards the road that
T: It would be really funny if we turned down that road. We can look for your earmuff!
And yes, my friends, we turn.
We drive over the bridge.
We. See. My. Earmuff!
“Stop! One minute!” x3
Shaking his head and chuckling, Mehmet Bey continued up the hill.
“From here you can walk around and have a picnic. I’ll pick you up in 2-3 hours.”
Problems ensue as no once seems to care [fark etmez]:
Filiz [aka Spunky Girl]: Do we go up or down?
Me: Fark etmez. What do you want to do?
Filiz: Fark etmez.
Me: What do you want Abu Bekir?
Abu Bekir: Up?
Filiz and kids chorus: Nooooo! Up is boring. Down takes us to a village.
So, we continued down the hill and were passed by 3-4 dolmus along the way. The other day we had seen no one on that road! We got down to the town and, I must say, I was dreading the trek back up.
“wanna go to a nicer place for our picnic?”
OK! We packed the car and headed off. It was a harrowing ride—he took the curves 30x faster than Mehmet Bey. Back in town, we stopped at the bakkal to call Mehmet Bey, letting him know our plan. Then we moved on.
Again, we went down a road Tiffin and I had taken two days prior—the roadblocked one—but today the roadblock was gone. So, we went much further…20km further. It.was.gorgeous. No surprise.
After what seemed like an eternity we finally stopped at a pine covered area near the river. The driver, who I thought was coming for lunch since he had driven us so far, left without taking a coin!
We set up the picnic in the shade. The watermelon and cola were put in the water to make them cold. Spunky Girl and
It was all delicious, delightful, relaxing. Just great fun. We were so lucky to have the chance to participate. It was obvious the kids were happy too, we gave them an excuse to get out and not be so bored. Ach! It was just so nice and I’m so glad
We took some group pictures that came out well. Here you can see (l-r): me, Spunky Girl's Uncle, little cousin girl, Tiffin, Abu Bekir, little cousin boy.
And Filiz, being the [not too overwhelming] drama queen that she is, instated my camera for a little photo session near the river.
By
Bekir wasn’t pleased. We had a small petrol tank and two heavy carpets to carry. Additionally, he just flat out wasn’t interested in the concept of walking…he’s not one to be particularly enthralled by nature. He assured us his father would be coming and after much argument we convinced him to wait at the picnic site—there was no reason for him to be miserable, especially after everything he’d done for us! I thought we had convinced the kids, as well, but they decided to come along for the walk.
So, we started without Abut Bekir. At some point, however, we turned around and saw Bekir coming up behind us. There had been a few other
It was a wonderful walk. Along the way, Abu Bekir would point out interesting things, like trees split by lightening, or logs fallen by winter avalanches.
We also saw some remarkably twisted trees—the Paleobotanist claims this results from correction-overcorrection-recorrection in growth habits orrrr sickness.
Meh, I just thought it looked neat.
The coolest sight of the day, however, had to be the large block of ice we passed alongside the road--in essence, the remains of a small glacier, melting in the heat of the day—which, to me, was a remarkable thing.
After having our fill of frozenness—and trying to avoid the snowball fight that was beginning between the kids—we moved on. All of a sudden, Mehmet Bey came driving along the road. Tiffin and I wanted to walk some more but Mehmet Bey insisted us on driving us to a safer walking location—apparently, bears are quite abundant in the forest. He explained that bears were also the reason behind the random high -pitched sirens we were hearing back at the pension. He had a tripwire system around the beehives he tends--when a bear comes near, a siren blares and bright lights go on, scaring the bear away. Ha! Glad we found that out.
We drove a long long way. Secretly, I was glad we didn’t walk it. The day was hot and three days of hiking without reprieve were taking their toll on my body. I was tired. Eventually, he let us off, I had my relief-in-the-woods experience, and we had a nice walk home…not including the last 1.6km struggle uphill.
As we came near the pension, I saw Mehmet Bey's dog across the river. I took a picture of him and he started barking. Mehmet Bey came running towards us from behind his beehives telling us not too take pictures of the dog because it scares him and he'll attack. Yet another good thing to know.
When we got back to the pension, new guests were coming in. We sat down for tea with the kids and watched the new guys—Slovenians—come up. An interesting couple, he was a chubby fellow, pissed off and out of breath with a cigarette lit immediately upon reaching the top, she dressed like Lara Croft. Hell yeah, they were gonna beat the giant Kackar!
After tea I went for a shower—it was burning hot, thanks to all that gunes [goonesh; sun] enerji [there was a lot of gunes that day]. Then, it was off to the terrace to write. However, just as I sat down Abu Bekir came in and we started talking. Same things—comparing the
Dinner was not manti [mahnteu; Turkish ravioli] as Mehmet Bey had said. Nonetheless, it was good, consisting of soup [homemade by Rafting Guide’s wife], salad, pasta, chicken and potatoes, watermelon…and, also prepared by Rafting Guide’s wife, un helvasi [oon helvaseu; flour helva]! We enjoyed the helva but Abu Bekir’s face when he tried it is impossible to describe—priceless…yeah, his plate went immediately to the trash.
After dinner, we went upstairs for cay. We had had a lot of tea since getting to Barhal, but the
We, on the other hand, had the experience of a lifetime. Without being able to talk to the people at the pension we never would have seen all the things we saw and learned as much about the area. We went far away and saw things in the backwoods, but it was more than just gazing around at the pretty scenery—we were able to do active viewing, learning all about the water systems and ways of life in the area at a significant level. We also made friends and had a good time with people we barley know, we could let down our guard—something I find hard to do in
Sum up: Make Barhal a priority in your traveling life! Make the Karahan Pension the place you stay! Learn some Turkish!
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