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I went to sleep just after the full moon rise and woke up just before the moon set. Perfect!
What a great place this bush came was particularly the view from my tent across the valley floor below (around 2000 metres high).
I got up very early. A call of nature was interrupted by two guys on a motorcycle who spoke to me in Arabic for about twenty seconds and then in Turkish. Sorry lads! Never mind. You cannot expect much privacy on a bush camp. Three to go.
... look at an abandoned village high above us. The track ran out near some impressive fairy chimney like rock-formations.
Market in Swing in Aksar
A busy market was in full swing when we got to Askar. We got out and immediately felt all eyes on us. They do not see a lot of westerners in these parts. We noticed the women wearing colorful scarves.
... rgb(34, 34, 34); font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: normal;">Next we detoured 8 km off the main highway to the impressive 1050 year old Öşvank Monastery. It dominates the small mountain village of Öşvank. This architectural style is reminiscent of the ones we saw in Georgia. It is the largest of that style. A dome and roof have caved but one can imagine that it was magnificent ...
... feel uncomfortable. Why had he decided to take a roadtrip if he didn't have any money? He should've been hitchhiking.
-----He sang to himself, had a long phone conversation with a friend, and occasionally drove a hundred miles per hour. I thought to myself: It wasn't big and mean people who were the scariest to get rides from, it was the psychologically unstable ones. I was relieved once I got out of Ur's car.
-----I knew from experience ...
Located deep in the heart of the beautiful Black Sea mountains, the small city of Artvin is the perfect place to get out and explore nature. Uncle Albert and I originally planned to do our exploring on foot while hiking, but that turned out not to be the case. We walked the city for over an hour asking person after person where the tourist office was. Somehow nobody -- not even the ...