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| From Muradiye, Turkey |
With rubbish connecting buses from Van to Muradiye we decided to try our luck hitching and got a lift after a short wait to the Waterfalls. We spent about an hour there just in time to see a big tour group leave and so have the place to ourselves, true to form Djalma stripped off and went for a splash while I took photos. The falls were pretty but nothing like the photos we'd seen in the Van Tourist Information Centre, after climbing back up the small slope and heading back to the main road along the wooden bridge, we hitched another lift part of the way.
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| From Muradiye, Turkey |
Djalma tried to explain the edge of town to the guy driving but he just didn't get it, fortunately the town we stopped out wasn't that big and we walked across it in no time, unfortunately we had to wait a lot longer for a ride which turned out to be a full coach in the most cramped seats on the bus – lots of the buses we've seen don't have the same distance between seats and lots of the seats have varying amounts of leg room in the same vehicle, odd and annoying if you have long legs (not a problem I have but Djalma was squished like the last sardine in the can).
We stopped in Doğubayazit around dusk, found a cheap hotel and went out for dinner and a beer. The food was great – mine was anyway, and the beers after dinner while we watched a film in our shocking pink and banana yellow hotel room rounded off a day full of travelling nicely.
The next day I seemed to have lost control of my bowels and so stayed in the hotel room where I could be close to the toilet. The next morning I was feeling marginally better, the Immodium had blocked me up a treat but I wasn't feeling up to a fresh morning stroll to a castle 5km away, the reason we had come to the city. So Djalma went by himself, managing to hitch a lift on the way back and then we packed up and left. In the walk through town we passed numerous groups of small and sometime big children shouting hello. It sounds innocuous but it was so annoying that we didn't say hello back most of the time, it sounds so mean now, but there were so many kids and while some of them were friendly most were just annoying. Ignoring a pair of boys we walked past turned out not to be such a great idea because one of them whipped my behind with a length of fabric from the shop he was sitting outside of. I shouted out because it stung like hell – cheeky little sit – and Djalma was furious, I was quite worried that he was going to give them a big slap, but I dragged him away and the next time someone shouted hello I returned it or at the very least smiled, the tingle across my cheeks reminding me of my manners.
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| From Dogubayazit, Turkey |
We walked a fair way out of town to a road heading in the direction we wanted to go in and after a small wait hitched a lift to Kars.
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