Izmit

I am in a city called Izmit and what you see in this rather dull photo is the muddy shore of the sea of Marmaris....Now the most interesting thing...Marmaris is named for the marble which comes from an island in the sea and marble in Spanish is marmol....Now hasn't that made your morning? When I arrived such frivolity was not forefront in my mind at all...JF had tried to kill me all day by tailgating so close I was almost being nudged and then overtaking and cutting in close enough to side swipe me....and then there are the constant traffic check points where you get all your papers out and they turn them upside down and stare at you...very polite but no smiles....so I arrive and they ask for my passport....NO PASSPORT....NO ID CARD....now I didn't handle myself very well, I had had a premonition of dread before I started this trip, it is a long way, I haven't been feeling great and had done precious little prep....I thought maybe the tooth thing had excised that curse but all of a sudden I was faced with it...NO DOCS!....now I expect to have a pretty good dollop of shite spooned on me on my way out of Turkey to Schengen but with no documents?.....So I thought...Last Hotel? They take your passport on check in, but I would never have given them the full folder....then I thought police checkpoints and police wandering away rotating my docs upside down and back to front...but they must have given it back...and then I thought...Given back and then tucked in my tank bag and waved on with a broken zip?......Oh Lord.....heart doing the 'Let's break the 200 bpm thing' I go back to the bike and search all the impossible places and then I look with my drone license and there it is.....And Breathe..(and drink!)Læs mere