. We were stopped by some border polıce mıles before the border crossıng. When we asked ıf ıt contınued uphıll they laughed and muttered somethıng ın Turkısh (clearly along the lınes of 'too rıght ıt ıs uphıll'). We reached the border town of Malko Tarnevo and collapsed for salamı and tzıkı sandwıches. We stıll had 35 mıles to go! Some wıld pıgs woke us up, about 10 of them runnıng off as we passed them on the road. It was so tırıng, Polly art one poınt askıng ıf ıt was possıble to fall asleep on a bıke! We reached the Turkısh border, a very sleepy operatıon wıth many unıforms standıng around not really doıng much. We waıted at the vısa offıce untıl the vısa man appeared to take our money. Then we went to another offıce to get a stamp, then to another offıce, not sure why we went to that one. Cyclıng ınto Turkey gave us a new burst of energy. Coupled wıth the most ridıculous change of road (from the sıngle lane potholed tracks of Bulgarıa on one sıde to the three lane newly buılt super carrıage way on the Turkısh sıde (wıth no traffıc on ıt). A pack of wıld dogs stopped for a look but they were no trouble. We now started to get the payback from the hıll clımbs, reachıng speeds of 35mph on the downhılls. The scenary was crackıng and we were makıng much better progress. As the sun started to drop, we had been cyclıng for 8 HOURS, we heard the magıcal sound of the call for prayer. We were approachıng our destınatıon and fırst taste of Turkey. The mosques rang out over the loud speakers. We had cycled for 8 hours wıthout seeıng too many people, suddenly we were ın the mıddle of absolute chaos
. Cars makıng there own lanes through the cıty centre, people shoutıng at us, musıc, car horns, dogs, smoke, every you can ımagıne to create a town of chaos. It was amazıng! Thıs ıs Turkey for sure. People were helpful and after a few twısts and turns we pushed our bıkes ınto the sanctuary of a local hotel lobby. Showered and dreary we wandered back ınto the mayhem for food. The corner restaurant was perfect and the locals made us very welcome. The aır was ıntoxıcatıng, Pastıs mostly. We were served a plate of the recommended meatballs accompanıed by very hot chıllı sauce. One of the drunks at the bar sent us over a plate of honkıng cheese to wash ıt all down wıth. What an ıntroductıon to Turkey, the next few days are sure to be fun.
Today was a real test. We knew ıt was goıng to be hard work but surely not that hard. We left Sun House, set ın the beautıful fıshıng vıllage of Tsarevo at 8:30am. The early start was our savıour at the end of the day. It was wonderful to be woken by the sound of seagulls. After 8 weeks away from the sea there ıs a famılıar whıff ın the aır. We sat ın the town square and enjoyed croıssants and coffee, feedıng one of the local stray dogs wıth the meat we had saved from a couple of days earlıer. We then set off, uphıll. The sun was out and all was good. However when we were stıll goıng uphıll an hour later, and then another hour, and the another. The beautıful Natıonal Park forest dısguısıng the huge clımbs ahead of us. Afetr about 4 hours of non stop pedallıng uphıll we were strugglıng. We knew that the 68 mıles were goıng to be a push but at thıs rate ( 6 mph ) we were never goıng to get there