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Bergsee

06. August 2008 | de

Von den beiden Polizisten aus Tire hatten wir die Empfehlung nach Bozdag zu fahren. Dort liegt in einem Hochtal ein Bergsee. Ein idealer Ort um der Hitze zu entfliehen. Noch um 18:00 zeigte das Thermometer über 40 Grad an. Das Tal sah aus wie aus der Schweiz importiert und wir fanden auch einen schönen Platz auf einem verlassenen Feld. Zwei Bauern erlaubten und dort zu zelten. Wir beschlossen spontan gleich für 2 Tage dort zu bleiben.Das gab uns Zeit um ein bisschen auszuspannen, zu lesen und Tagebuch zu schreiben. Wir drehten auch ein paar weitere Filme für unseren Podcast. Der Podcast nimmt doch recht viel Zeit in Anspruch, doch ich denke das lohnt sich. Andi, unterstützt von Kurt, machen einen super Job.

Bergsee

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Tags: Bergsee Türkei
Map: N 38° 33.202 E 28° 03.213

Created at: 08. August 2008

Vehicle to this place: Motorbike

You know what it is like to perpetually smell like burnt gasoline, or dirt under your fingernails from tires that refuse to keep their proper shape and pressure. Flies in your face, either too hot or too cold, but you refuse to submit to that fate of

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Time To Relax Or Sherrie Fails To Hear The Boars....Or The Guns

06. August 2008 | en

For the first time on this trip we left our tent up two days in a row. We never would have come to this place except that our police officer friends who moonlight as travel advisers for Turkey told us about the spot, and it was fantastic! Beautiful blue lake, amazing mountain roads, and a field with boars. But no worries our farmer friends told us, the boars do not like the fence. the fence shocks them and they fall over dead (this was not said in words so much as acted out with fingers for tusks and belly up motions). Only we were not to touch the fence, that would be very very bad.

That is because unlike the regular electric fences that just give you a jolt, these farmers had rigged up the fence direct to the power line. 220 volts for any hairy bastard that tried to dig up their potatoes.

And our last night there not only did I NOT hear them grunting outside the fence, (Patrick went out to check it out while I slept), I also failed to hear the gun shots as the farmers started shooting them.

Glad I am not a wild pig.

;)