Beyşehir

I've been eating apples with walnuts for a few days now. The huge mountain of food is slowly diminishing and I can also treat a few people to something healthy from Aunt Şükriye's food bag.
The place to sleep in Beyshir is great. I drive here every evening and pass the dog packs that sound the alarm every time I appear on the horizon. Day by day, some of them become more trusting because they have realised that sometimes there is some cheese. One remains stubborn and continues to bark, while all the others scurry around me wagging their tails.😮‍💨

Beysehir is home to the best-preserved wooden mosque. It was built in 1296-1299
by Esrefoğlu Süleyman Bey during the rule of the Seljuks and is definitely worth a visit. The swallows liked it too, they happily chased each other in it.

At night, my tent is lit up by a car headlight and I stick my head out of the tent.
I don't understand the words and I can't make sense of the gentleman's intention. I offer to pack up my tent, which he firmly denies and gets out.
He shakes my hand and introduces himself as Suleyman. After an invitation to çay, he drives on to the lake. It's funny - I suppose I would have been chased away in Germany.Les mer