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This post is about a 21km walk from Sarikum to Gebelit. I made a dog friend and found one of the best camping spots ever.
The night had been surprisingly quiet. It doesn’t happen often that I manage to pick a good camping spot, but this time I did. Sure, there were a few birds and some other animals making sounds in the trees. But overall it was a good night.
I used the hot water I had gotten in the evening to prepare some oatmeal. Then I sat in a spot where I could look at the waves crashing in on the shore. It was very windy, and I was once again happy about my choice for a camp site. The oatmeal tasted like home.
back to asphalt
I followed a gravel road through a forest for a few hours. It was a place of solitude, and for a reason: the road went up, up, up, and the gravel didn’t make it easier. But I liked the silence. I could hear my feet, my breath, the wheels of the Caboose, and the wind in the tree tops.
When I reached the main road, I was glad anyway. Asphalt was just that much easier to walk. I passed a bunch of people who had gathered for a funeral. Then I had some soup in a gas station restaurant. After that, another funeral. I wondered if it had anything to do with Covid.
The road led up and down all day. It was crushing. I took lots of breaks, sometimes in intervals of a few hundred steps. I would drink some tea. Eat an apple. Then I’d walk some more.
At one point a dog decided to come with me for a while. I enjoyed his company, but then he got chased off by two yard dogs in a settlement, and I was alone again.
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I had decided to walk no further than a village called Gebelit. There was a place on the shore called รztรผrk Restaurant, and the online reviews were raving. And sure enough when I got there, the owner showed me a spot for my tent and said he’d leave the restrooms open during the night for me.
The owner’s name was Emre. He looked at me and said that I must be hungry. I said that I was, and that I was vegetarian.
“One moment,” Emre said, “I will bring something.”
An hour and a bowl of soup, a plate of rice with beans, a bunch of little plates with snacks, some bread and some corn bread, some rice pudding, and a few chestnuts later, I could hardly move because I had eaten so much.
So I rolled into my tent and listened to the waves of the Black Sea.
pictures
Morning tea near Sarikum beach:
The forest road from Sarikum:
Drone shot with the Caboose during my walk from Sarikum to Gebelit:
Asphalt again:
Turkish village with mosque:
Lentil soup for lunch:
What the road was doing:
My dog friend:
Good boy:
The Black Sea shore in Gebelit:
Camp at the Gebelit รztรผrk Restaurant:
Emre, the boss:
Kevin Chambers
The Black Sea is beautiful. Lentil soup is my favorite. I hope Turkey has plenty of vegetarian food.
Christoph Rehage Post author
So far lots of soup and lots of beans with rice. ๐