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DAY 1: "The MegaSpin." Petrol output Sant Joan de Vilatorrada - ZAGREB (CROATIA). 1,600 kms.
exact moment the exit ramp facing the garage:
What if, that is an outrage, I know. But I wanted autodemostrarme is possible and it really is. Especially when I had to leave at 4 am and not having more time to prepare material fell asleep and the output was at 6.10 at the gas station. Little history is through France, Italy and Slovenia almost all motorway for which we have done on other occasions, perhaps only to emphasize the time of the sunset caught me in the beautiful local roads in Slovenia and here you can see.
The New since the last time, is that in Slovenia there is no physical boundary, and that since the euro is the local currency (Not the Tolar). Also some posters announcing the mandatory from July 1 of the single annual rate of motorways (17 euros).
Then, at night, I came to Zagreb and I camped at Camping Pitvlice with the bike. Leaving
earlier as planned, or one day before or you've rested you'll be able to rest after I see the challenge perfectly acceptable to 2,000 km in less than 24 hours, challenge left for another time ....
The downside of the day was to check, and at night, circulating many hours between 34 and 37 degree heat, exhaust gases colliding with the replacement tires had melted several plastic things in the suitcase left due to the high temperatures that have accumulated inside (flashlight, mat, etc).
addition, the old GPS Garmin E-Map which took boost for PDA, is not "acquire satellites." The suitcase disconnected and therefore goes with me just in time PDA. The bike sleeps next to the store.
DAY 2: "Towards the East." Zagreb - (Belgrade (Serbia))-SOFIA (BULGARIA). 800 kms.
Because they played the final of European football, beating the rest of the day before, I already knew Sofia another chance, because he wanted to enter my first unknown country (Turkey) and by day, this day was short and easy and finished in Sofia without any mishap, which also was the only reservation in a hostel made two days prior to ensure the shot. Again, the complication in Bulgaria always read the Cyrillic alphabet, but also as something fun to keep busy.
This poster has been one of those guilty of this journey. I saw on entering Bulgaria two years ago when the trip to the Balkans, and I am disappointed, because in those moments I had not yet been able to visit either Athens or Istanbul and both really wanted me.
Black Panther wanted to visit the Alexander Nevski Cathedral, as did its predecessor "The Cucafera" and the Orthodox Church of St. Nicholas.
Arrival Hostel (Hostel Internet - 9 tankers) and the bike parked in a plaza next. Exit with a French boy to watch the final of Euro then share with a Brazilian and two English.
"Nas darobia"
Spree and noise in the streets of Sofia.
DAY 3: "Finally Constantinople." Sofia - Istanbul (Turkey): 600 kms.
can follow the Eastern Bulgarian roads without too much difficulty to get a certain thrill to the Turkish border.
A tip for all Turkish borders: let the vehicle on track and in one of the tails and led the "Vezne" (box) to buy the stamp of approval (10 euros), so when you tap the shift in checkpoint you seal it directly.
Turkish border. Fair to arrive and find the first Turkish mosque design clearly.
beating in Istanbul at noon and it could become reality one of my eternal hopes to be able to know a city of fusion of cultures, straddling East and West, which has been the capital of three empires different as reveal their names (Constantinople, Byzantium and Istanbul).
Another tip for all of Turkey: in the cities do not kill to find any indication Centrum, Zentrum, Center, or a black dot, then, with few exceptions in the touristy areas downtown indicators pray "Sehir Merkezi ". It took me two days and a lot of laps to find out ...
The Skyline of Istanbul is infested with beautiful mosques minarets pointing skyward, so finding two mosques visually side does not necessarily mean they have found the right direction towards the square of the Blue Mosque and Hagia Sophia. In addition, one-way streets can take you without wanting to cross the Bosphorus towards the village of Galatasaray, nothing that can not be solved with a little patience from the heavy traffic of Istanbul.
parked opposite the Galata Bridge where fishermen were beginning to proliferate (afternoon multiplied), and made my first change currency to Turkish Lira in an exchange office. Here
Galata Bridge in the "Golden Horn" with the Yeni Camii Mosque in the background, among others.
Then I went to the mosque compound, here the Blue Mosque (Sultan Ahmed Camii)
The first thing you learn a biker in the summer in an Arab country is that next to a mosque there is always a very decent laundry to wash. This information I will be very useful in future days ...
Has anyone seen a cocoon?
Santa Sofia (Hagia Sophia Camii), site of the Patriarch of Constantinople.
I searched and found room in a hostel downtown (Cordial House - 8 tankers), although the bike kissed the ground for the first time without consequences in front of the hostel, trying to turn down, turn and with cobblestones. Triumphal arrival for ... hahaha.
After the spray and street clothes and walked to the Grand Bazaar, really great and funny, very well organized everything. Puerta
Kapalicarsi
Spectacular colorful, right?
The rear of the famous hand.
Actually in all the bazaars of Turkey and the Texans are announced.
Strolling through Istanbul
all afternoon I returned to the Galata Bridge as all through the day, and also later returned to the extraordinary Blue Mosque, and on the way gave me my first Turkish food
The love of water pipe:
Nurosmaniyé Camii Mosque
The Galata Bridge, now the European side:
much is customary in Islamic countries eat roasted corn cobs
Mires look in Istanbul where a mosque stands out forever.
time for revitalization
comfortably seated. Chai (Tea) welcome, not missing any time at any stop you make in Islamic countries.
You make your mouth water
family restaurant in which the grandmother knead bread in public.
the way to the hostel, a new visit to the Blue Mosque and with fewer tourists.
Before sleeping
washed some clothes already begun to be noticed. The bike fell asleep in front of the hostel.
Day 4: "sad day." Istanbul - Ankara - Samsun: 850 km
I got up early and prepared with pride cross the Bosphorus Bridge that separates the West from the East. But just to leave Europe itself and reach the other side events unfold. First is that there is a toll but there is no manual or any box office manager and has broken the only card-operated lockers. I skip the toll with some funk. The alarm sounds. I stand waiting in vain to see if someone tells me something, and eventually chose to go.
After a while I realize that the PDA is disconnected, the fret and what actually happens is that he's dead and do not start with either batteries or direct connection. This really is a problem for me, as for a trip like this depend on flash calibrated maps of major cities to be visited throughout the trip. Garmin GPS desperate regained the case and after a "hard reset" and a little fret buzz began to "acquire satellites" and luckily my friend and I never left until the end of the trip.
A Turkish curiosity: If I am a foreigner here I will have to park where it says "guiris", right?. It actually means "entry."
At Ankara's priority was to find a repair service for PDA HP if possible. I went to a mall (a Caprabo like ours) where I got the address from technical, and with great pain in my heart I had to rent a taxi to lead me to him to be in a neighborhood away from the center. All was useless, I finished in 4 various technical services and none was able to tweak even your PDA or try a reset. I went then to a specialty shopping to see if I bought another PDA-like, but there was nothing similar and less affordable. Total: the PDA to the case and from now until the end to move without maps calibrated. I sincerely believed that this meant the impossibility of meeting all expectations of my itinerary when you have to spend several hours to enter or leave the big cities to find everything you need to visit (Tehran for example, has 12 million ...).
Confused yet visited the center of Ankara, the capital of Turkey.
A Turkish curiosity: If I am a foreigner here I will have to park where it says "guiris", right?. It actually means "entry."
At Ankara's priority was to find a repair service for PDA HP if possible. I went to a mall (a Caprabo like ours) where I got the address from technical, and with great pain in my heart I had to rent a taxi to lead me to him to be in a neighborhood away from the center. All was useless, I finished in 4 various technical services and none was able to tweak even your PDA or try a reset. I went then to a specialty shopping to see if I bought another PDA-like, but there was nothing similar and less affordable. Total: the PDA to the case and from now until the end to move without maps calibrated. I sincerely believed that this meant the impossibility of meeting all expectations of my itinerary when you have to spend several hours to enter or leave the big cities to find everything you need to visit (Tehran for example, has 12 million ...).
Confused yet visited the center of Ankara, the capital of Turkey.
Kizylay parked in the square (Meidan and Kizilay Kizylay Gubenpark) in the center of Ankara.
Then I went to the Anitkabir, the great Memorial Mustapha Kemal Ataturk (founder of Turkey), Ataturk Mausoleum
and later to the Kocatepe Mosque.
Kocatepe Camii.
In the afternoon, instead of looking for a hotel and saw that the city has much to offer, I decided to start making time estimates and caught bugger off to the northeast. But to finish the day at the stop to the Roman dress and I lose my mobile phone as many miles away I saw terrified. As I said it: "a bad afternoon have any" ... but all day it is best forgotten ... Circulating
many miles at night I came to Samsun in Black Sea coast, and found a hotel (Dila Hotel) to rest with the bike parked in the square in front.
When you count my belongings I realize with horror that your gone ....
DAY 5: "Black Sea coastline." Samsun - SUMELA - HOPA. 650 Kms.
Breakfast at the hotel and then my priority was to find a cafe to communicate with mine, warning of the loss of the phone and happened to block the line. With just that in the head and trusting my guidance in a small town and coastal, I left the hotel without luggage or GPS. Beginner's blunder! Actually found an internet, which from that moment would be my only communication to the end of the trip, and took a good walk around the city to the port. But the problem was trying to return to the hotel again to find the gear. I took the streets at night to reach the hotel now day looked different, I could not find the right corner and all along the boardwalk crosses seemed equal. Above I did not remember exactly the name of the hotel and nobody knew how to give the address to find it. A disaster! Linnet is not at least take the card from the hotel. I remembered there was a taxi in front, which in my city would have sufficed, but it turns out in Samsun must have like 10 or 11 different taxi ranks .... At the end I parked the bike, I pointed out the exact address where the left, and began to search the hotel on foot asking taxi drivers and in hotels more stars who could speak English. It took an hour, I swear, but I ended up finding the hotel, I knew the bike back to where I left off, and I pick up my luggage after a fresh shower so nervous. Moral: you should keep a cool head, to respect the protocol and not be swayed by the rush. Lesson learned I hope. Monument
not know what heroic crew ...
The Black Panther has led me to the Black Sea:
Salgo Samsum finally the Black Sea and coasting my way to Ordu, which the guidebooks recommend a visit. It came to Ordu
looking its famous basilica, and this at the end turns out to be a church of little architectural or artistic value in my view. Loitering
Then I went to the Anitkabir, the great Memorial Mustapha Kemal Ataturk (founder of Turkey), Ataturk Mausoleum
and later to the Kocatepe Mosque.
Kocatepe Camii.
In the afternoon, instead of looking for a hotel and saw that the city has much to offer, I decided to start making time estimates and caught bugger off to the northeast. But to finish the day at the stop to the Roman dress and I lose my mobile phone as many miles away I saw terrified. As I said it: "a bad afternoon have any" ... but all day it is best forgotten ... Circulating
many miles at night I came to Samsun in Black Sea coast, and found a hotel (Dila Hotel) to rest with the bike parked in the square in front.
When you count my belongings I realize with horror that your gone ....
DAY 5: "Black Sea coastline." Samsun - SUMELA - HOPA. 650 Kms.
Breakfast at the hotel and then my priority was to find a cafe to communicate with mine, warning of the loss of the phone and happened to block the line. With just that in the head and trusting my guidance in a small town and coastal, I left the hotel without luggage or GPS. Beginner's blunder! Actually found an internet, which from that moment would be my only communication to the end of the trip, and took a good walk around the city to the port. But the problem was trying to return to the hotel again to find the gear. I took the streets at night to reach the hotel now day looked different, I could not find the right corner and all along the boardwalk crosses seemed equal. Above I did not remember exactly the name of the hotel and nobody knew how to give the address to find it. A disaster! Linnet is not at least take the card from the hotel. I remembered there was a taxi in front, which in my city would have sufficed, but it turns out in Samsun must have like 10 or 11 different taxi ranks .... At the end I parked the bike, I pointed out the exact address where the left, and began to search the hotel on foot asking taxi drivers and in hotels more stars who could speak English. It took an hour, I swear, but I ended up finding the hotel, I knew the bike back to where I left off, and I pick up my luggage after a fresh shower so nervous. Moral: you should keep a cool head, to respect the protocol and not be swayed by the rush. Lesson learned I hope. Monument
not know what heroic crew ...
The Black Panther has led me to the Black Sea:
Salgo Samsum finally the Black Sea and coasting my way to Ordu, which the guidebooks recommend a visit. It came to Ordu
looking its famous basilica, and this at the end turns out to be a church of little architectural or artistic value in my view. Loitering
the town and the beach, but when I ask not yet opened its Office of Tourism, I confess that at sea one does not bathe because the Black Sea water is very dirty here.
is not a surprise to me, the first time I swam in the Black Sea was in Constanta (Romania), and desperate to see the little grace with the Romanians to make attractive coastline is shared by all residents sea, whether the Bulgarians, Turks, Georgians, Ukrainians and Russians as well guess.
And in the Caspian Sea is exactly the same. The problem is usually that big cities dump their sewage into the sea without any control, and of course beaches suffer. This happens sometimes in our own Mediterranean Sea (see experiment in Beirut (Lebanon) a few weeks later ...)
Ordu:
Ordu Camii
Basilica of Ordu (Ordu Klis)
Osmanpasha Sadirbany
However I must say that in other parts of the coast, between cities, if they had bathing and drawing crowds of bathers to mitigate the heat. Kavakli
Rahman in Akcaabat.
I came to Trabzon, a city that is relatively close Sumela Monastery, situated dramatically on the rocks of a mountain.
After I go into a valley for a fun road, one arrives at the foot of the monastery, but you have to climb on foot along a path came
Estate
centenarians in the ascent
Panther reached
Sumela
The location is spectacular.
Back in Trabzon it was getting dark and could not find any shooting budget hotel I decided to go towards the Georgian border. Hopa reaching several trucks parked there had indeed betrayed affordable hotels as indeed happened. Then I saw that at this point in Turkey English and was useless and the second language was clearly Russian. I stayed in a big hotel but a bit old, the papilla Hotel I. The bike fell asleep in front of the hotel.
Ordu:
Ordu Camii
Basilica of Ordu (Ordu Klis)
Osmanpasha Sadirbany
However I must say that in other parts of the coast, between cities, if they had bathing and drawing crowds of bathers to mitigate the heat. Kavakli
Rahman in Akcaabat.
I came to Trabzon, a city that is relatively close Sumela Monastery, situated dramatically on the rocks of a mountain.
After I go into a valley for a fun road, one arrives at the foot of the monastery, but you have to climb on foot along a path came
Estate
centenarians in the ascent
Panther reached
Sumela The location is spectacular.
Back in Trabzon it was getting dark and could not find any shooting budget hotel I decided to go towards the Georgian border. Hopa reaching several trucks parked there had indeed betrayed affordable hotels as indeed happened. Then I saw that at this point in Turkey English and was useless and the second language was clearly Russian. I stayed in a big hotel but a bit old, the papilla Hotel I. The bike fell asleep in front of the hotel.
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