A huge red flag in front of me, a white star and a moon. Turkey. I can’t believe I am here riding towards that border by bike.
After we had quit Bulgaria and quickly passed through Greece, we are now cycling in a small driveway of no-man’s-land towards the Turkish border. Armed guys on each side, barbed wire, walls and cameras.
Soon there are rose bushes planted on each side of the road. Trees and lush grass in between. Every wall seems to be built in black stone.
No doubt this is the prettiest border set up we crossed so far, or maybe ever.
Few kilometres later, we cross a huge bridge on a wide and empty road into Edirne. The first town after the border.
Greeted by waving people horns, traffic, mosques and lively streets, we understand very soon, that this country will be a very exciting one to discover.
Making our way through town cycling the bikes on busy roads, lifting them over countless curbs to finally push them through buzzing streets, we reach a lovely guesthouse around a, what seems to be the only quiet corner of town.
Tired, happy and excited we stroll through town. We try food in every corner until we are too full to keep on trying.
Our departure the next day gets delayed, by a lot of good advice, conversation and a very extended breakfast with our lovely host.
We leave late. Towards our next stop Lüleburgaz. Our cycling path is the rescue lane of a road, that has every resemblance to a highway. It is not, that’s why bicycles are allowed, but it feels like one.
Rain is showing up. Wind blows and never leaves, even after the rain calms down and ceases. Switching between dusty paths and the main road we aren’t really sure if we will manage to cycle todays planed 80km.
While the wind is trying to push us off the road, each truck passing pulls us forward. We pedal at a speed that feels like 5km/h even when it goes down.
Quick stops at petrol stations. A dog crossing the road.
When my brain turns off it becomes easier. Only forward. The traffic doesn’t exist anymore.
Lüleburgaz. We made it.
Why we are here?
Because one guy in Serbia told us to go to Lüleburgaz, there was some bicycle stuff going on there. We heard rumours of free accommodation in the “Bicycle Academy” a place where all the cycling travellers go before making it into Istanbul.
At the entrance of a bicycle park, a guy is waving at us, pointing at a building, telling us it will be our home for the night...
...and indeed, it is. An unexpected refuge, a taste of turkey’s hospitality, for all the people who are crazy enough to cycle all the way there.
Thank you for stopping by, have a wonderful week!
All photos and words are my own.