Inertia and the Art of Motorcyling in Love Valley.

Trip Start Oct 30, 2005
Trip End Jun 19, 2006

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Sunday, May 7, 2006

Okay, so maybe not motorcycling exactly, but when you're fanging along at 85 kmph through the backroads of Cappadocia, the fact that it's actually a Yamaha scooter seems a tad irrelevant. Bugger me, that thing could fly.
The best part was that it finally broke me free of the shackles of the inertia that had seized me ever since I arrived in Turkey. Sick as a dog when I hopped off my overnight bus from Aleppo, into a maudlin and drizzly Goreme morning, I was not in the best frame of mind, and a one-two combination of my comedown from Syria and sheer travel fatigue had me hitting a big brick wall. I was knackered, exacerbated by the fact that I'd just spent 20 out of the last 24 hours on a bus, and fed up with the vagaries of being on the road. There was only one more country to conquer on this trip, but like Alexander's army mutinying on the banks of the River Hyphaeus, my body and my head were not up for it.

So for a couple of days, it was a case of sleeping and just hanging out in the Bat Cave -one of the cave rooms that are such feature of many of the backpacker hostels in Goreme. In this case, I was in a 13-bed cave dormitory with multiple levels at the Shoestring Pansion - home of the best breakfasts in Cappadocia. Finally, after a couple of days enforced hibernation (well, it was pretty cold!), I stumbled out, blinking, into the bright blue day like a newly-woke bear, and decided it was high time I bloody well did something.

A day's hard-core mountain-biking through the Valley of the Fairy Chimneys, followed by an afternoon of blowing away the cobwebs on my speed demon Yamaha definitely took care of all my adventure needs for Goreme, and for the rest of my week, I couldn't have asked for a better place to chill. I even bumped into an old friend from Uni, Kelly, who strolled into the Pansion mere minutes after I arrived ("Of all the caves, in all the pansions, in all the world..."), which was fantastic. She'd just gotten into town on the Fez Bus, Turkey's slightly more mature version on Europe's Contiki tours, and brought a great crew of people with her. So it was that I found myself surrounded by new friends to meet, and the perfect antidote to my traveller's malaise.

I'll be ready for Istanbul in no time!
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