Through the Mountains

Yes, the worst of the Tarsus Mountains are behind us. It was a long slow climb and, though this may come as an anti-climax, not actually that bad. The scenery made up for it. Wildflowers, birds, butterflies everywhere. Our highest pass was at 1600 meters and then we descended into a vast mountain plain. Sort of the Alberta of Turkey (note to copy desk: substitute 'Wyoming' for U.S. edition of the blog). It's great cycling and great scenery. We're behind schedule already but it's hard to care.



The only downside comes from traveling through the mountains and in a Muslim country with only a single pair of long pants. Easy to slip them on over my cycling shorts, but no opportunities to wash the damn things. Two weeks now, and counting...