ON THE ROAD AGAIN

Welcome back listeners. You could be forgiven for thinking that nothing has happened in the 14 months since I last put a post on this blogsite. And you'd be right! Well, not much anyway. Some riding in Oz, the east coast & the centre, and a quick non-bike trip to Borneo, and oh yes, I bought a new bike (KLR650), to go where I'm not prepared to take the BM. But since having had a big serve of adventure in 08, I have never stopped scheming about what I was going to do next. I have decided to act on my half baked plan to visit South America. This will be a short trip of only 3 weeks to Argentina & Chile through Compass Expeditions, & I'm thinking of it as an exploratory foray which will influence what I do afterwards. So this time, its pay the money, hire a bike & let them do the worrying, while the other punters & I do the riding. I arrive in Buenos Aries on 30 November. After a couple of days sightseeing, the group flies to Ushuaia, where we collect the bikes (BMW F650 GS), then head north, criss crossing the border between the two countries on our way up to Santiago. I then fly back to BsAs to connect with my flight back to Oz, arriving back in Adelaide at 10.30 pm on Christmas Eve. That's the plan --- let's see how it unfolds!

I'M BACK !!

Back home in Oz, that is ! And I must say it is great to be back safely in one piece, amongst family & friends who I have missed these last 5 months. There were times when I wondered whether I would ever get back at all. For quite a while I have been replaying the trip in my head, just contemplating what has been achieved. I have just re-read Brian & Shirley Rix's book "Two for The Road", and it now takes on a whole new meaning. We went to a lot of the places mentioned in their book, and it is interesting to compare notes. We don't always come to the same conclusions, but in many instances I now had clear images of my own, and I savoured the re-run.


So, what conclusions have I come to, and how do I rate different parts of the trip? Well, let's try each country, one at a time.
SINGAPORE:
The popular images of Singapore, the"shopfront" if you will, are the snazzy retail precincts, the fancy hotels, the great roads, the manicured gardens, and yes, it is impressive. We stayed in the parts they don't promote, and got somewhat of a reality check, but I loved it. We should not have shipped the bikes here, because there is simply too much red tape involved in clearing Customs & getting all the authorisations to use the roads. We were told that in the first place, but did it anyway. D'oh.

MALAYSIA:
Overall, I was very impressed with Malaysia. For a start, it is making rapid progress on many fronts. The standard of living is being improved all the time, through education, technology, and infrastructure. I also get the impression that there is tolerance & respect for diversity. That people generally understand that just because you happen to be a Muslim, you don't have to live in a cave & kill everyone who is not a Muslim. (Pakistan, please take note!!). There is also a great road network, petrol is cheap, and the food is excellent!
Highlights. The chance meeting with the local BMW owners group in Penang. A terrific bunch of people and an awsome group ride up to Thailand.

THAILAND:
Our time in Thailand was marred to a fair extent by the problems I was having with my bike. This ultimately lead to us not having enough time to visit Cambodia as originally planned. Nevertheless, Phuket Bike Week was really something, and I would have liked to watch the Songkran aquatic festivities from a safe distance, rather than as an unwilling participant! So I got a bit wet- so what?
Highlights. First, an excellent ride from Phuket up to Bangkok. Second, the taxi driver who burned out his clutch trying to find our hotel- serves him right for taking us through half the backstreets in Bangkok.

NEPAL:
Our first taste of culture shock. Nepal is India's poor cousin in many ways. Kathmandu is overcrowded & very polluted, but nobody appears to be doing anything about rectifying it. I can well imagine that the first Europeans to stumble into the region would have found it very exotic, & the 600 year old temples around Durbar Square in Patan are wonderful.
Highlights. Sitting in a bar next to one of the main roundabouts in Kathmandu every night, being hilariously entertained by just watching the traffic. Then there was the tout outside the hotel who asked me to buy the same tatty stuff every time I walked out for over a week- gold medal for perseverence & resilience to abuse for him. Walking down the street in Chitwan, trying not to upset all the elephants. The British Gurkha museum in Pokhara is a must.
Lowlights. Picking up a severe stomach bug after eating in a silver service restaurant. Not being able to see any of the Himalayas because of the air pollution. Colliding with the goat goes without saying.

INDIA:
Well, it would be so easy to just slag off about what a dump this place is, but I will try to be more objective. India is very different. Most people would be aware of the overpopulation, the pollution, the poverty , the disease, all that stuff. On top of all that, I found that it is totally disorganised to the point of chaos, everything is a hassle, you get no personal space, everyone wants to take your money, and the traffic is appalling & very dangerous for motorcycles. The heat was stifling & the stench was abominable. But it is cheap! And in its own way, it is an interesting place.
Highlights. The Taj Mahal , no doubt about that. To be fair, we did stay in some excellent hotels, with very helpful & courteous staff. We had a narrow escape from the bombs that killed 80 or so people in Jaipur. A day earlier, we had been in the same street for several hours. A sobering experience indeed.
In Bikaner, we were befriended by a bloke who we thought at first was just another tout, but he ended up taking us to look at the old part of the city, and to a Hindu temple which was closed to the public. We would never have seen these places on our own, and he did not ask for any money, or attempt to take us to his cousin's carpet shop, etc.
Even the one & only time we got genuinely lost (leaving Kanpur) was an interesting experience. I still have no idea where we actually went, but I'm guessing we were the first tourists to ever visit several villages.

PAKISTAN:
A bit of a surprise packet, really. We were expecting it to be worse than India in just about every sense, but reckon it was actually an improvement. Of course, it has to be considered in parts, really. Some parts are as grotty as India for sure, and the security situation meant some parts were out of bounds altogether. Even some parts we were allowed to go were scary. The big problem for Pakistan is getting the tribal areas under control, and then educating the population. If schooling is left to fanatical religious clerics, it will take generations to weed out the lunatics, if it can be done at all. We have seen what can be achieved in some of the more populated areas, and that is encouraging.
Highlights.
The Karakoram Highway, and the Hunza Valley were outstanding, & not just for the scenery. We met some wonderful, friendly & generous people along the way. We were accorded unconditional hospitality in some of the most unlikely regions. I recall leaving Dalbandin, when we were both in pretty poor shape. A little old bloke came up & gave me a cold bottle of water, & flatly refused any money from me. We had other people go well out of their way to help us, particularly in DG Khan. These events were quite humbling, & really are moments to treasure. I hope in some small way that we were able to act as goodwill ambassadors for Australia.
Lowlights.
The perennial roadworks, high temperatures & lack of facilities made Baluchistan the toughest part of the trip, spiced up with a little bit of possible danger from the Taliban. Would not have missed it for quids!

IRAN:
This was always going to be a trip into the unknown. The hassle in getting the visas suggested that things may be difficult, and some of the struggle with beaurocracy was difficult. Organising access to funds, changing money & getting fuel were hassles. The punishing temperatures in the east of the country were demanding. We had no insurance cover for the bikes, so there was a big risk there. The military escorts were welcome, but nonetheless a little scary. But once things settled down, we started to enjoy the place, although we found the food fairly plain. I don't want to get into the politics, but at the time of our visit, I was unaware that in 1953 the CIA & Britain engineered a coup which booted out the elected Prime Minister, Mohammad Mossadegh & installed the Shah. It pays to do some research. Little wonder there is deep resentment & mistrust of the west, at the official level anyway. It could have been a lot different. Anyway, we found all the people we met to be exceptionally friendly & hospitable. I hope that their government does not fail its citizens.

Highlights.

Very interesting cultural & historical sites. Not to mention cheap petrol, excellent roads, & my discovery of sour cherry juice! (I'd like to try it with Bundy). The pastries & confectionery were not bad either.

TURKEY:

Again, a country I was looking forward to, and I was not disappointed. The east of the country is mostly off the tourist radar and is fairly rustic, and there are some security issues with Kurdish separatists. The rapid development of the coastline to cash in on the package tourist trade might be good for the economy, but that's about all. It will probably end up going the way of Spain & the Greek Islands, so visit before it gets buggered up completely.

Highlights.

There were many, but visiting the Gallipoli Peninsula was probably the most significant for me. Goreme was bizzare but very intriguing, while all the places we stopped at along the coast were a knockout. The riding along the coast to Silifke was as good as the Great Ocean Rd, only with less guardrail & more mosques!

Lowlights.

Petrol at $3.60/litre. Substandard road surfaces in much of the country, lots of loose gravel & slick bitumen. Turkish keyboards in the internet cafes take some getting used to.

GREECE:

My first visit to Europe since 1977. The European Union has meant a lot of changes, its virtually one big country now, with a common currency & unrestricted movement within its borders. I enjoyed our run around the coast, & down to the Peloponese. Athens has probably gotten worse, its overcrowded, polluted & still hard to get around, but the underground railway is good.

ITALY:

Again, all the areas we visited were new to me. From a tourist point of view, I found the south to be very relaxed & the north to be very attractive. Great food & a great lifestyle.

SWITZERLAND:

Just about perfect I reckon, at least while we were there. Not sure if I could hack the Winters though. Fantastic to catch up with Ivo & Jacqueline, and a pity we could not stay longer.


FRANCE:
A quick dash, but no complaints at all. Its all there.


ENGLAND:
Had to break out the wet weather gear as soon as we got there, and then the warm clothes. We only got a couple of days when we could get out to ride around the countryside, & it was supposed to be Summer! However, it was indeed good to renew my acquaintance with the green & pleasant land generally, and the English pubs specifically. The food has gotten a lot better, but the traffic has gotten a lot worse, but you could say the same about Adelaide. Look, I really like the Poms, but its those white buggers I have trouble with.
Had a lot of time to browse around the bike shops, and made a few good value purchases. The Hein Gericke brand of riding apparel looks to be excellent - I don't think it is available in Australia- so we both lashed out there.
Ok thats it, thanks for watching. Until next time - South America beckons!!!

Regards, Mike Green.

ASSORTED PHOTOS:

Funeral Ghats, Kathmandu

The plaque outside the Gurkah Museum, Pokhara, Nepal.

Dust storm, Rajasthan, India

Snake charmers, Jaipur. (Stand well back & throw the money!!)










Hey, you. Yes, you. What are you looking at??

A bunch of galahs at the closing ceremony, Wagah border crossing, between India & Pakistan.

Same place, next day, looking towards Pakistan (not without some trepidation!)

Karakoram Highway, Pakistan

Part of the old Silk Road, Karakoram Highway

Police checkpoint, between Islamabad & Mianwali, Pakistan. Smiles all round!

The road to Lorelai, Pakistan. Behind the truck another is bogged in a creek. We got through ok, but had to wear some mud.

Lorelai Police compound, see what I mean.

The highway east of Lorelai, dry but soft in places.

The main street of Dalbandin, western Pakistan, from the VIP room of our hotel.

Sand drift over the road, between Dalbandin & Taftan, Pakistan.

Police escort, between Zahedan & Bam, eastern Iran

Roadside stops, Iran

Roadside mosque, Iran

View of the snow peaked Mt. Ararat (on the Turkish- Armenian border) taken from Iran.

The bizarre "fairy chimneys" of Goreme, central Turkey.

The not quite so bizarre Trulli Houses, Alberobello, Puglia, Italy.

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GREECE TO ENGLAND

Hello Again Readers! Some of you have been wondering what we have been up to. Thank you for your concern, but I am happy to report that all is well. I will admit to being slack. I will put some photos up soon, but here is the continuing story. We crossed into Greece near Alexandropouli, named after guess who, quite uneventfully. The Greeks wanted to see the Carnet but didn't stamp it, & also asked for the International Drivers Licence (for the first time) & Green Card for insurance. That was it, we filled up & we were gone. After about 30 minutes on the motorway we were passed by two guys on sports bikes, doing about 180-200kph, one wearing shorts showing about 2 inches of bum crack. This is different, we thought. We had hardly seen any other big bikes since Singapore, and not much bum crack either, fortunately.

That was about to change. From Alexandropouli, down to Larisa, then to Athens, there were bikes everywhere. Unlike Australia, the preference seems to be for big twins like the Suzuki V-Strom, Honda Varadero, Africa Twin & Transalp, Yamaha TD900, and lots of the supermotard type of bike. Oh yes, & lots of KTM's & Ducatis. Every time the lights change, it is race time!

The ride down to Athens was routine, but quite scenic along sections of the coast, and every so often some nice fast bendy sections to switch the brain back on. But I must remember to watch the left hand mirror, some of the traffic just screams past out of nowhere. Athens itself is huge, & quite hard to navigate. We got lost for about an hour, trying to find our hotel. An Aussie guy from Melbourne (where else?) stopped to chat when he saw the Aussie numberplates, & helped us out.

Greece is ultra touristy, espacially the islands. So the plan was always to go down to the south of Greece, the Peloponese, and look for small fishing villages to stay in, to avoid the crowds. We moved down to Nafplio, which I had never heard of, but it was actually the first capital of a united Greece, and a very interesting place. Very popular with Greeks as a holiday destination. A great castle on top of a hill overlooking the town & coastline, plus all the usual waterfront cafes & bars, but without the rip off tourist prices. From there we headed for Kalamata. We found some interesting roads through the mountains. Consider 180 degree hairpin bends, one after another, with a steep gradient thrown in for good measure. This was a first for me, as there are not too many first gear corners near Adelaide!! We didn't particularly like Kalamata, it was a bit industrial, and the esplanade was a constant torrent of super motard engines screaming in the bottom gears. So we headed for Pylos, which was far better & quieter. I must be getting old!! Anyway, there were bushfires somewhere on the peninsula, and from the waterfront we were able to watch the tanker planes reloading with seawater to dump on the fires. From there up to Kilini, and then on to Patra, where we caught the overnight ferry to Brindisi, Italy.

We had arranged to stay with Gill & Mike, friends of Chris's from England, who have a holiday house at nearby Ostuni. This turned into a very enjoyable if hectic week. We were able to do a lot of riding to nearby towns, often stopping for a meal, some sightseeing, swimming, or just for coffee. We ate too much & we drank too much. Tough work, but it had to be done! We loved Ostuni, and appreciated the hospitality of our very generous hosts. When it was time to leave, we headed for Switzerland to visit Ivo & Jacqueline, who had just finished their 3 year round the world odyssey. This was a long way from the south of Italy, so we headed for the motorway, & resigned ourselves to some long & possibly boring stretches on the bikes. The monotony was regularly interrupted by some very expensive hardware boring past in the fast lane. The most memorable was a black Lambourghini which merged from a side lane. Chris opened up just enough throttle to goad the driver, & so he floored it & virtually disappeared! I must admit to never hearing an exhaust note quite like it (jets excluded), it rattled my eyeballs. We also noted some Ferraris, and plenty of German machinery as well. The motorways are good, but they are expensive- in two days we forked over about $60 in fees, and petrol sells for about $2.50 per litre. It was interesting to see the countryside gradually change from the rocky and dry south, with its white houses & olive trees to the fertile pasture land in the centre, through to the more industrial areas in the north (not that we saw the real industrial centres).

We had overnight stops in Ancona & Bergamo, both lovely towns with splendid architecture, before reaching the Lake Como area. The scenery here was quite spectacular, and its really is a beautiful part of the world-with prices to match. But we didn't hang around & we crossed into Switzerland, after spending €30 on a Swiss motorway pass which nobody even looked at. We headed into the mountains aiming for the San Bernadino Pass, but missed it & ended up in the alternative tunnel instead. Never mind, it was still a great ride. One thing about Italian & Swiss tunnels is the weird feeling I get, its like you are actually inside some bizzare video game! Many of the tunnels have curves and a lot have two way traffic, so to have a truck coming at you while negotiating a bend inside dark noisy tunnel with all kinds of flashing lights whizzing past is a new experience for me, and one I did not get completely used to.

Swizerland is a wonderfully clean and ordered place which, as well as having great scenery, really appeals to me. It was a very pleasant ride through to Winterthur, where we caught up with Ivo & Jacqueline, friends I had not seen for two years since they departed SA to continue their marathon round the world trip on their R80GS. We had lots of notes to compare, and it was great to be able to reminisce over the highs & lows of India, Pakistan & Iran. We were even able to conclude that we actually stayed in the same room as they did in the Fleapit Arms Hotel in Dalbandin! (well, there's not a lot of choice). We were able to get out for a ride in the area around Winterthur, and went up to the Rhine Falls & Lake Constanz. This involved a brief entry into Germany, where a couple of bored border guards on a backroad looked at Ivo's Swiss numberplate, asked if we were all together, and then waved us through, only to see the strange Aussie numberplates disappearing rapidly. No passports or carnets required there! And Ivo is a hard man keep up with on his home turf, he kept leaving us way behind. It was most unfortunate that we could not stay longer in Winterthur, but time was tight & we had to push on to the UK.

That meant France, so we headed off to the west on the motorways, going to Basle, and crossing into France in the Alsace region of the north east. Again, another teriffic cultural & scenic experience, with vineyards everywhere. We stopped for lunch at a cafe in the hills, and noticed a nearby intersection with bikes coming & going in all directions- this was obviously prime bike territory. We were not disappointed on the run down to St Die des Vognes, where we stayed the night. Next day we headed for Riems, home to a wonderful cathederal which we had a look at, then headed to Calais. I had not been to the north/east of France before, and it was interesting to note all the road signs carrying familiar names of the World War 1 battlefields, & to see all the memorials and cemeteries. Once again, it was hard to reconcile the beautiful rural landscapes before us with those familiar WW1 images of total devastation in this part of the country.

We chose to use the Channel Tunnel for the crossing to England. Ride the bikes straight into the train carriage in Calais, and ride them out at Folkestone 35 minutes later. It could not have been easier. However, this is England, and dark clouds loomed above! It started to rain shortly after we got onto the motorway. And the M25 is not known as the world's biggest car park for nothing. Traffic was backed up for miles. We were either splitting lanes or wondering what was up ahead in the spray. We arrived at our final destination, Chris's mum's place in Solihull, just near Birmingham, cold and very wet. I am sure that his 4 hour ordeal was God's way of telling us that you cannot expect to ride halfway round the world on a motorcycle & not get wet, even if it is the last days of a 5 month, 18,500 km journey.

That's just about it from me, but I will put up some more photos, and anything else of interest in the next week or two. Thanks for following the story, it has been a great experience for me, and also great to know that friends were concerned for our welfare, especially during the tough times. I also hope that fellow bikers found the whole thing interesting. And a big thank you to those of you who took the trouble to post a comment, I really appreciate it.

Would I do it again? Too right I would! Could I do it again? Hmmmm!

Back in Adelaide soon.

TROY & GALLIPOLI

On the way up from Foçe, we followed the coast for about 50km, fabulous vıews, & many beautıful secluded beaches. Then we took the motorway north & headed for Çannakkale. One major problem İ have notıced wıth Turkısh roads ıs thıs. On the spray sealed sectıons, the bıtumen has bled up through the stone wearıng course, particularly on the wheel tracks, & formed a smooth slıck on the surface. In hot weather (ıe now) thıs softens ın the heat, to the point where you can actually see the tyre prints in ıt. Go ınto a corner too hard & the whole surface could just gıve way. In the wet ıt must be deadly, even for cars, & İ am sure thıs contrıbutes to the allegedly horrendous road crash statistıcs ın Turkey. Someone really goofed on thıs one, bıg tıme, because ıt ıs a problem we have noticed all over the country.



After a short but steep & (haıry!) clımb, we reached the top of the plateau. We detoured to the sıte of ancıent Troy. Interestıng, ıntrıguıng even, but there ıs bugger all left but a few stone footıngs & the odd bıt of wall. And ıts mıles from the sea. None of your Brad Pıtt leapıng out of the boat, sprıntıng across the beach & hackıng ınto people. Booked ınto the unfortunately named Otel Anafartala, rıght on the waterfront agaın, wıth a great vıew of the Hellespont. The amount of sea traffıc that uses thıs narrow straıght ıs staggerıng. You can see oodles of ships at a tıme, followıng one another ın or out. Look at a map & you wıll see why. Its the only entrance to the Sea of Marmora & the Black Sea, & the only sea access that several countries have.

Next mornıng we took the ferry across to the Gallıpolli Penınsula, to vısıt the battlefıeld. What can İ say about Gallıpoli that hasn't been saıd. İn a blog about motorcycling, nothıng, except thıs: The ANZAC story & the Gallipoli campaign are deeply etched into the Australian psyche. Its an integral part of who we are and how we choose to define ourselves. The ANZAC spirit is something we like to think we all have & can draw on as required. We get the job done, we play hard, we look after our mates & we don't quit, and this has sustained us in numerous conflicts & sporting contests ever since, and allowed us to punch well above our weight. This is the place that spirit came from. This unremarkable little beach at the base of the cliffs, separated from the sea by a series of gullies & ravines, the worst possible place for an amphibious landing against an entrenched enemy dug in at the top of the cliffs, belies the carnage that took place here in 1915. Its all quiet now, just rows & rows of headstones silently recording the deaths of so many young men, mostly in their early twenties, in this alien landscape so far from home. The well known words of Mustapha Kemal Ataturk, about them now being our sons as well, are inscribed on a large stone tablet at Ari Burnu cemetery, & I defy anyone to read them without feeling intense emotion. I couldn't, but I am very glad to have visited this place which is so important in our history, and to have felt the ANZAC spirit which I think is palpable here. We owe a great debt to all those men of courage who by their actions gave all future generations of Australians so much to inspire us.

I also learned that Gallipoli is very important to others as well. The peninsula covers a large area & there are numerous memorials to visit. We could not visit them all, but did go to the New Zealand memorial at Lone Pine, and to the principal Turkish memorial. I was surprised at the number of Turkish visitors on the peninsular, but clearly many families were touched by the huge losses sustained by the Turks in defending their country, & ultimately through the vision & leadership of Ataturk this gave rise to the modern Turkish state that exists today. It could so easily have become a basket case like many other countries in the region. On the ferry across, I particularly enjoyed talking to some Turkish schoolkids on a bus trip to the peninsula to learn their history. They were keen to practice their English & were interested in the bikes & that we were from Australia. Elsewhere, other locals expressed similar interest, & I think they understood the need we have to visit Gallipoli. I was also reminded of what a shopkeeper said to us in Cappadocia, a long way away from Gallipoli. "A long time ago, our countries fight. But now we are friends" I'll drink to that, long may it be so.
After this, we moved on up to Istanbul for two days. A very large but interesting city. The splendid architecture of the numerous mosques was a highlight, although I couldn't help freaking myself out by having flashbacks to the movie Midnight Express from time to time. I was also staggered to see the shipping in the harbour. I did a rough count & got 40, all parked to go through the Bosphorus Straight into the Black Sea.
I really enjoyed Turkey & all the people we met. Now, onwards to Greece.

From here I intend to ease up on the blogging a bit, its just Europe now, & everyone knows all about it anyway. But we still have a lot of riding to do. We have just hit the 14,000 km mark, the bike sounds a bit rattley, like it really needs a service, and so do I! Bye for now.

PHOTOS PAKİSTAN,İRAN,TURKEY

PAKİSTAN.

The long, long road to Lorelai. Note my top box ıs strapped up due to a broken bolt.

The desolate Baluchistan regıon of Pakistan.


Dalbandin, Pakıstan. Buyıng petrol out of jerry cans ıs the only way to get any. We antıcıpated thıs & had a fılter.



Sand over the Hıghway, Pakistan, near the İranıan border. Surprise, surprise !!! We also saw large herds of wıld camels ın thıs area.


Pakistani trucks, they compete wıth one another for the most ornate paınt job, and for how far they can overload axles.


Typıcal Pakistani signage. This one says "For a good tıme, rıng Abdul......"


This is Abdul.


This one says "Go the Power".....İranıan branch of the Supporters Club.
İRAN.




İran. The remaıns of Persepolıs, as destroyed by Alexander the Great. İn İran, they just call hım Alexander, the worlds greatest vandal. İ must agree.


İran, tomb of Kıng Darıus 1st of Persia, cut ınto the sıde of a mountaın.


The magnıfıcent Imam Square & Mosque, Esfahan, İran


Brıdge ın Esfahan, Iran. Cırca 13th century.



İranıan mosques tend to have very ornate tıled domes, they really are spectacular.


Roadside Mosque, İran


On the road to Tehran. Thats Tehran, with a T.

TURKEY.


Turkısh Mosques have metal clad domes, and are a flatter shape, but are no less ornate than theır İranıan counterparts.


The bizarre landscape at Goreme, Cappadocıa, Central Turkey.


The Remaıns of The Great Lıbrary of Ephesus, Turkey.

The Amphitheatre at Ephesus, capacıty 25,000.

The vıew from our Hotel balcony, Foçe, Turkey. Reward for the struggle!! Its every bıt as good as ıt looks.

TURKEY

I know I am way behind in posting photos, & I have some goodies, but I will put it right as soon as I can. We are currently in Goreme, central Turkey. We took a good couple of hours to cross the border, & that was with some preferential treatment. We both really enjoyed Iran. We found the people with whom we dealt, & numerous others we met in the street, to be exceptionally friendly, genuinely interested in us & Australia, and generally a savvy and cultured group of people, & very western oriented, quite at odds with the sort of diatribe from the top that gets all the publicity. Although as we were leaving, just before we entered the border zone, we noticed an American & an Israeli flag painted on the road. It took a second or two for the penny to drop, but the idea was that all the drivers could insult both countries by driving over the flags. Nice touch, & as I said, quite at odds with the courtesy & generosity we encountered. There is no shortage of pizza joints, burgers, coke , pepsi, Mack trucks, & the only cash they will take at banks is US dollars. So go figure!

Anyway, we crossed into Turkey, & immediately the standard of the roads fell away rapidly. Back to potholes & all kinds of bumps. But, we now have insurance cover again, & we can get BEER. We stayed at the nearest town to the border, Dogubeyazit, & escaped early next day. We decided to abandon our southerly route due to the internal security problems here, & instead headed north to Erzincan & Sivas, then to here. It was some solid riding, but the weather is cool, & its very pleasant riding. We cant remember the last time it was cool! We still ended up going through 4 army checkpoints. Once they see the Aussie passports, they just wave us through. It is becoming clear to us that Aussies are respected in Turkey for obvious historic reasons, & the history is important to both countries. More later.

Goreme is a fairly bizzare sort of place, in more ways than one. It is what is left after a large valley was eroded, but the remnants are a huge number of rock pinnacles, some of which have been hollowed out naturally, and some by human intervention. People have been living here since the year dot, but more recently, others have started converting the pinnacles into habitable structures. The hotel Kelebek where we stayed is part cave, part sandstone blocks. The whole place looks like Middle Earth as in The Hobbit, or even Bedrock from The Flintstones.
We then headed straight for the Mediterranean coast, and ended up at great little spot called Fethiye for 2 days, then moved on to another nice spot at Celcuk for another 2 days. We will check out the remnants of the Great Library of Ephesus, one of the ancient wonders of the world while we are here. Efes is how you refer to Ephesus in Turkish, and I note with interest that the main brand of beer in Turkey is Efes. Gotta love that! Matter of fact, I think Ill have one right now.