The story of the three high planes and the plunge:
In that plane I decided to stay over night, the temperatures would stay around minus ten degrees celsius all day long! So I waited until the sun was strong enough before mounting my bicycle and wore almost everything I got (two pairs of socks! Never was so desperate before). Good it was cold.
A small climb brought me in the next plane, this one was considerably warmer and with now wind it was bearable and I enjoyed the landscapes.
The third plane was a windy one, still enjoyed the landscapes, but got a pair of cold feet.
It was always a moment of suspense before passing the cretes and get the view into the next plane. Would it be a valley this time? And since a few trees or bushes were enough to hide the road in the distance I was wondering while looking at the surrounding mountains, where the road would slip through or climb over. Sometimes it was really like riding into a white wall, but the a turn and voila a gate opened that was hidded by the previous perspective.
Twenty kilometers before Korkuteli I took the last climb up to 1600 m a.s. I was already getting a bit frustrated, when would I finally be able to get the chocolate side of the mountains, the ride downhill? Well 20 kilometers before the days destination I got it at last andPp I plunged down, this time into a valley. The road was steep, but since it also was highway-like (wide, straight and very few obstacles) I bearly used the breaks and launched down with over 60 km/h, tailwind and the red-orange light of the sunset on the white mountains.
This saved my day. Before I was about to make a really short post for this day, something like: it was freezing, I'm exhausted, that's done.
These last days when people said to me things like; ah, tourist. Or; holiday, holiday! I wanted spontaneously reply; well, no, actually it's hard work I'm doing here! But the I thought about it for a second and it dawned on me, I'm actually one, a holliday! But aren't holiday more like a travelling agency prospectus? So I just timed my holiday badly? Hmm, if I don't find a solid definition appart from tourim industry thing for what I'm doing and most importantly that I'm am able to explain to people, then I really look like a fool. Well, I'm too tired now, so I'm just gonna live with it for now.
In that plane I decided to stay over night, the temperatures would stay around minus ten degrees celsius all day long! So I waited until the sun was strong enough before mounting my bicycle and wore almost everything I got (two pairs of socks! Never was so desperate before). Good it was cold.
A small climb brought me in the next plane, this one was considerably warmer and with now wind it was bearable and I enjoyed the landscapes.
The third plane was a windy one, still enjoyed the landscapes, but got a pair of cold feet.
It was always a moment of suspense before passing the cretes and get the view into the next plane. Would it be a valley this time? And since a few trees or bushes were enough to hide the road in the distance I was wondering while looking at the surrounding mountains, where the road would slip through or climb over. Sometimes it was really like riding into a white wall, but the a turn and voila a gate opened that was hidded by the previous perspective.
Twenty kilometers before Korkuteli I took the last climb up to 1600 m a.s. I was already getting a bit frustrated, when would I finally be able to get the chocolate side of the mountains, the ride downhill? Well 20 kilometers before the days destination I got it at last andPp I plunged down, this time into a valley. The road was steep, but since it also was highway-like (wide, straight and very few obstacles) I bearly used the breaks and launched down with over 60 km/h, tailwind and the red-orange light of the sunset on the white mountains.
This saved my day. Before I was about to make a really short post for this day, something like: it was freezing, I'm exhausted, that's done.
These last days when people said to me things like; ah, tourist. Or; holiday, holiday! I wanted spontaneously reply; well, no, actually it's hard work I'm doing here! But the I thought about it for a second and it dawned on me, I'm actually one, a holliday! But aren't holiday more like a travelling agency prospectus? So I just timed my holiday badly? Hmm, if I don't find a solid definition appart from tourim industry thing for what I'm doing and most importantly that I'm am able to explain to people, then I really look like a fool. Well, I'm too tired now, so I'm just gonna live with it for now.
