Journey to myself

I woke up in the dorm of my hostel in Göreme. After having breakfast, Marcel and me went for a walk through the spectacular rock formations of the valley. Even though the landscape was unique and absolutely mesmerising, my mind was on its own journey. Over and over again, my thoughts were going back to the imminent meeting. I felt restless and kind of stuck – I missed cycling, the release of energy, the wind in my hair, the challenge. After many hours of walking we went for a late lunch.

In the evening we went to a restaurant, slurped on wine, while listening to traditional Turkish live music. I was hoping that the wine will relax my mind and my thoughts. Afterwards we went to another bar, had more snacks and beer. We then finished the evening with a night cap in another venue with a Turkish band playing, while we were drinking raki.

So long – hoscakal from Göreme!