11th of November. Turkey.
I get rid of my last Bulgarian Leva just before the border and pass the Bulgarian side no problem. I get through passport control no problem. But the Turkish customs check every panieer taking almost everything out. Which I then had to try and get back in. No where else has bothered with me not even Russia. Maybe its the beard it could do with a trim. Bloody profiling thats what it is. My first introduction to Turkey is hills. Lots and lots of hills. Everytime you crest one you get to see the next one. Man is it hard work. They start to demoralize me after the tenth or so theres no flat just up and down. The only good thing is the road I’m on, a dual carriageway its got a wide hard shoulder so I’m well away from traffic. Finding camp is a challenge though and I sneak down the side of a field into a small wood.