Travel Blogs from Mersin
... he is the one writing the story.
As the days wane in life, I am striving to be content sitting on the curb and simply wanting to be in the presence of the Lord. If I have him, I have everything I need. In his presence there is joy forevermore!
Come what may or come what must
even a drop in the ocean finds its course
when it finally learns how to trust. ~JW
Let all that I am wait quietly before God,
for my hope is in him.
... more houses, shops, and other buildings in the vicinity.
HOME SWEET HOME!...
Tarsus is mentioned in the Bible on several accounts but most notably as the birthplace of the Apostle Paul (as called Saul). Paul was born in Tarsus in c. 5-10 A.D. under the reign of Augustus Caesar when the Stoic philosopher Athenodorus, son of Sandon, was governor of Cilicia. Historically, many Jews migrated to the region of Cilicia and the ...
... The lushness of the lowlands disappears. The trees look smaller and older somehow. There is more exposed rock, the clouds are closer. The air felt damp and chilly. The towns were spaced further apart and as the peak of Mt Hasan Kucuk loomed closer, clouds began to move in and obscure it. In my perusal of both Google Maps and OpenStreetMap I found that there was a track up over the aforementioned saddle, I just had to go to Kitrelli ...
... cup of cold beer. Except it's not a winnings tray. It's the floor.
I've not moved so fast for a while.
Final night in Turkey. It's surprised me how friendly everyone is, I've not been hassled, I feel very safe, I've not been ripped off - on the contrary, I've found people to be exceptionally generous. But, like Boxing Day, I've had my fill of Turkey. It's all a bit "samey" and apart from Istanbul it's not quite Turkish Delight.
... and company of a pretty girl on my nook, I'd turned to this - what was I doing? After Another days ride the cities began to break up in patches of greenery, traffic improved but roads worsened as I neared ever looming mountains.
My nerves were settled with my first taste of Turkish welcome. Passing a petrol station a man called out with the mime of a stirring cup - I pulled over for cay. That night i ate with the petrol pump-men and slept on the ...