Day 16 - Saribelen to Gokceoren

Fiona and I head off for a relatively long but flat day from Saribelen to Gokceoren.  Fiona wants to take this opportunity to test how her feet are healing.  A series of odd rock formations mean that we soon find ourselves in a mystical landscape. There is an eerie song on the wind.  Don't ask me to explain.  Maybe someone is just messing with the tourists!

Stone circle : site of ancient sacrifices, UFO landing platform, or something to do with the manufacture of charcoal? You be the judge. 

After a few hours walking we encounter a small farm.  The shepherd, his wife and daughter-in-law, invite us in for a tea.  He notices that I'm constantly blowing my nose.  I've had bad hayfever since the first day of the walk, and have been constantly knocking back anti-histamines to try and get on top of it.  He goes into his house and comes back with a small bottle of clear liquid that he tells me to smear around the inside of my nose.  After two weeks of sneezing I'm pretty much ready to try anything.  The liquid burns and sets my eyes watering, but after a few minutes my nose stops running, and it behaves for four hours.  A better result than I am getting from the anti-histamines.

Kitchen in shepherd's house.  A wood fired stove, but they did also have satellite TV run off a generator.

Turkish Shepherd dog, explaining to Fiona that she is trespassing on his patch, but that for a scratch behind the ears or a biscuit he is willing to overlook the infraction this time 

Half an hour beyond Gokceoren we start looking for a place to camp.  A goat herder spots us in his fields and comes over.  With some mime I explain what we are looking for.  He finds a nice camping spot for us, and asks us if we want any food.  The rural Turks really are very hospitable.

Camp Jive Talkin 

Today's tortoise count : 6