From Samsun to Trabzon the main road sticks to the coast, except for one nobbly bit where a big tunnel cuts through the hills. We take the old road around the nobbly bit. A few short sharp climbs and we are passing through tiny forgotten fishing villages. These are the lucky ones that have escaped Progress. For Progress has meant a two or three-lane highway now cuts every coastal settlement off from the sea. Some towns have coped with this better than others. Ordu has turned the sea wall into a nice palm-lined walkway with benches. Just don't look at the motorway behind you. For us Progress means a hard-shoulder wide enough for a tractor. This is great for cycling along - plenty of room away from the trucks and buses whizzing past us - until we meet the tractor coming in the opposite direction......
|it looks like a bakery, it smells like a bakery, it is a bakery|
|it looks like chicken soup.............|
|"you will go on a long journey and meet some lovely people.."|
|with three great English teachers, Aygün, Hatiçe and |