#Giresun to #Kars
3126 miles done so far, 5000 km, almost one third of our journey. We asked ourselves at the beginning when we would have got bored of writing these posts. Now we guess how long will it take for you to get bored of reading them. This thing is worst than a job, you know?
Still trying to understand the difference between “benzin” and “motorin”, we drive up towards the Soumela Monastery among an explosion of green. Jelly Belly complains. And she does it even more when, using only the first gear (please, clutch, don’t leave us now. It’s just to early. Wait for the Pamir, at least), we reach the entrance to the monastery. Which is, anyway, closed, and can be seen only from far. The only view is more than enough. Special mention to the Gozleme guys at the bottom, where we stop for lunch (now we have to create a hinstagram account…).
The green goes disappearing, and all of a sudden we find ourselves on a flatland, 1800 meters on the sea level. How the hell did we end up here? The road keep going up again. This time Jelly Belly can’t go more than 40 km/h. We don’t race with the lorries anymore. They are just faster.
We land in Kars, after having driven in the stunning Anatolian plateau for several hours. We’re in the middle of nowhere, with nothing around us. Again.
Number of countries crossed: 8
Days without accidents: 6
Number of times the counter has been reset: 0