Mollestation, the military and melon
Trip Start Jun 01, 2010
158Trip End Jun 01, 2011
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Where I stayed
We drove from the hotel back to Madan in the morning and I was let loose
Heat was the word on my mind and it seemed the closer I got to Diyarbakir the nearer I came to melting. The lack of topography from there on in was my saviour and I managed to narrowly avoid becoming part of the road. Watching straw blow in the wind was an enjoyable activity and I observed as with each gust the ball of material meandered up and down. The kids had the right idea for dealing with the heat and I passed small children splashing away as their mothers prepared food. An unexpected visit from a passing Cen and slipstreaming a truck came at the end of the ride and I arrived safely in Diyarbakir.
For the first time in Turkey I felt both uncomfortable and angry as a swarm of obnoxious kids gathered round me demanding money and speaking briskly in Kurdish. Thankfully Ozkan, a local car mechanic came to my rescue and invited me for lunch. He didn't speak any English but proved his mimimg skills through the course of the afternoon in which he told me about everything from his time in the Navy as a boat driver to the poitical situation im Kurdistan. He was a surprisingsly worldy guy, but I had to wait for my couchsurfing host Nurettin to arrive before I could find out more.
Nurettin's a husky voiced radar operator for the Turkish military arrived, he was to be my host for the next few days
Tears were avoided however. I drove home with Nurettin and left Ozkan to work on my bike. Its not everyday that you see a puddle in someones living room. I was to rude to ask, but I later found out that it was a way of making the heat of the house bearable. Apparently dinner here is not complete unless you sit with your feet in a puddle. I shall have to try.
Dinner was next, a delicious pizza style food called Pide. The restaurant had a great philosophy, if its empty you fill it up. This translated to as much bread, salad or drink as you liked with your meal. You order a main course here and it includes all of these as standard with it, none of this extortionate side order prices in which a drink costs as much as your meal
Finally we mpicked up the stranded Falco, my Canadian friend from Istanbul and in the early hours of the morning sped back to Nurretin's flat with the appealing prospect of sleep in mind.