Today offers another long bus ride but after a couple of nights chilling in Goreme, we are ready for it. We say our goodbyes to Rick, Lisa and Allen, as they don't have visas for Iran and will be taking a night bus to the coast for a few nights R&R on a gulet. It seems strange to be losing them. They have each brought a lively personality to the bus, and we will all miss them. A couple of hours into the journey there is some commotion. Kenneth's passport has been left in Goreme. It's too far to turn around and it seems it is not possible to post it or forward it by courier. He is going to have to go back for it. After much consultation and debate, he is to get a bus back from the next bus station and should be able to get a night bus back to get to us before we leave Erzincan the next morning.
On we go and the scenery changes into hills and mountains, reminiscent of home. We climb to 2500m and the bus swings round the hairpin bends as we go. As we roll into Erzincan, I look for the one horse. This town certainly doesn't rely on tourism for it's income. As we prowl the streets searching for food, I am glad I substituted my shorts and tshirt for more modest apparel. The women here are fully covered but mainly wearing colourful headscarves. They stare at our motley crew with interest and are quick to wave or smile back, when eye contact is made.
On we go and the scenery changes into hills and mountains, reminiscent of home. We climb to 2500m and the bus swings round the hairpin bends as we go. As we roll into Erzincan, I look for the one horse. This town certainly doesn't rely on tourism for it's income. As we prowl the streets searching for food, I am glad I substituted my shorts and tshirt for more modest apparel. The women here are fully covered but mainly wearing colourful headscarves. They stare at our motley crew with interest and are quick to wave or smile back, when eye contact is made.
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