...or the Cache.
all the advice warned against it. the waymarks for this section of the
trail are impossible to find, and virtually non-existent. even with
GPS you can't do it. or so they say. bollocks to that. we disregard
the GPS in favour of the (T)rusty compass, and are packing 20 kg of
pure excitement (P-Excitement), uncut excitement, THA BOMB.... we
have the slightly-better-than-useless map supplied with the track
notes. we've done this trekking business before. we know what we're
doing. we won't get lost. ok, maybe we will get just a LİTTLE lost.
but this was the whole point, wasn´t it Joe?
Wisely choosing to ignore the track notes, we glue the compass needle
North and head off in search of the next village. as expected, destiny
has carefully tucked it away behind a series of good will and wrong
directions.
An over-excited daughter-mother combination invites us for çay, which
segways into The Greatest Rice Pudding Ever Made. we depart waving
güle güle, convinced that there will be a movie made about The Rice
Pudding, probably followed by a spin-off television series focussing
on how excitable the daughter is. her grin and delightful squeal
whenever Griet spoke made everything in a 1 km radius laugh. it truly
is a sight to behold watching a field of red Poppies laugh in unison.
they don´t put this in the guidebooks. We quickly realise that the
Jumbo-Sized packet of giggles we brought stands no chance of lasting
out the trek.
this episode continues in similar fashion, acquiring departure oranges
and bemused looks, mixed directions and several "opportunities" to
retrace our steps. Griet and İ must look like we really want to do
things the hard way, when a kind young man stands firm in sending us
directly Over The Top of the mountain. with the day waning, and tired
trekkers on the brink of complaining, we finally descend into the
valley to make camp. we know our destined village is across the fields
somewhere. stay tuned to see what happens across Those Fields in the
next episode of The Wend, Series 3.
hugs and love from Turkey. gobble gobble.
joe
