22nd September Bolu, Turkey to Sivas, Turkey
Another fine days riding. Again rain was looking likely but ultimately not a drop fell.
My route took me to and around Ankarra, then on to Yozgat and Sivas. Before leaving the motorway network I finally managed to buy the HGS road tax that is required. For other travellers.... I purchased HGS at a motorway service station (Servis Alani) It cost 36TL. You need your passport and bike registration documents. As I travelled eastward the roads became quieter and quieter. I covered close to 400 miles today and the latter part of the day was a pain in the neck, literally not metaphorically. I further lament the sale of my tall screen.
Today's journey reinforces the scale of Turkey.
Another fine days riding. Again rain was looking likely but ultimately not a drop fell.
My route took me to and around Ankarra, then on to Yozgat and Sivas. Before leaving the motorway network I finally managed to buy the HGS road tax that is required. For other travellers.... I purchased HGS at a motorway service station (Servis Alani) It cost 36TL. You need your passport and bike registration documents. As I travelled eastward the roads became quieter and quieter. I covered close to 400 miles today and the latter part of the day was a pain in the neck, literally not metaphorically. I further lament the sale of my tall screen.
HGS motorway toll sticker on bike screen |
Today's journey reinforces the scale of Turkey.
Bolu to Sivas .... 400 miles ish |
Just like a Costa |
When I arrived in Sivas I made way to the city centre. I then asked locals for directions. Finally a guy in his 60's climbed onto the back of my bike, no crash helmet, not a word of English spoken, he guided me to Hotel Buruciye, 49€. I am faintly embarrassed about quite how opulent this hotel is. I have been upgraded to a suite, photographs do not do it justice.
I went walkabout to live like common people live, I had another delicious kebab. I again feel faintly embarrassed that it must appear that my adventure primarily entails drinking coffee, eating kebabs and drinking beer.
Oh and I saw the city's ancient minarets.
Outside I can hear quite a commotion. It is either civil unrest or a rowdy group of football fans? My nerves are all a jangle...Now exactly where is the hotel's bar?
Sivas mileometer 18560 (375 miles ridden)
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