this road does not exist

They say don't hitchhike in Turkey. Especially, if you are a girl. We took it as a quest! Together with my female friend from Istanbul we left to see Pamukkale. Even if I was protesting, our trip started with the taxi (my friend said there was no other way to get to a ferry station so early). Then we took a boat, and finally – reached Yalova and the highway.
The first car we stopped was a van. The driver was from the Black sea region, transporting explosive gas. He explained all the risks regarding it, while doing all impressive driving maneuvers. And nothing bad happened! We dropped off at Bursa, stopped a seller. He was friendly and asked my friend many questions regarding her potential husband and boyfriend. Topics were covered while going up and down the hill, and suddenly my friend asked to stop the car. I still tend to believe that it was the road, not the conversation that make her so sick. Anyways, we got off the car, it was a nice mountain view, and you can imagine the rest...
When she got better we stopped the old guy. All way long he complained about the people of today, and how egoistic, self- centered they are, trying to make money out of everything. At the end he asked us to pay for a ride...
We decide to take a break and have a nice lunch somewhere in the village. And after we were done we realized... there was no bigger road in that place. We waited and waited -- no cars passed (except tractors, but they would not stop). People were watching us surprised, as if they have never seen hitchhikers before. And most probably -- they didn't (that village and that road was not even on the map as we discovered latter on).
Finally, two guys stopped. But they were riding a motorcycle! “No way!-- I said to a friend of mine. -- I am not going anywhere with two guys and one motorcycle!” She translated it, they left, and a few minutes latter these came back again. Now -- with two motorcycles. They swore to god and that all they wanted was to help us, and even handed in their ID cards as a proof. OK, we were stuck, so we decided to take risks. When we reached the bus stop they explained that normally there were no cars passing by that road, and it will take 4 hours for a bus to come. They insisted on waiting for that bus with us, as it was not safe for two girls to be alone.
We were praying for a car to come! And so it did! It must have been close to that feelings that traveler gets in the desert, assuming everything you see is a mirage. The man stopped, and asked if we were participants of some reality show as he had never seen anyone hitchhiking in that area. The driver was working at a diary industry and had to stop by some farmers. We had so much Turkish tea and heard so many local gossips while visiting them that it would make novel! And well, Pamukkale was just as beautiful as we were expecting it to be!