25th September, Wednesday
Early this morning, Kay must take out the GS from the parking house, as it was agreed last night. When he arrived, the House’ Gentlemen were already seated nearby with cigarettes and tea. They exchanged a friendly “Salam Aleikum”. When Kay handed the payment for the parking, they started asking – where from, where to, why… OOhhh! “Germany good, very good!” they chorused. Immediately they invited him for breakfast, but first he needed to fetch Mae and the gang. Yeah, we looked forward to that. Wow! Second day in turkey, and the morning already started that nicely. Back in the hotel, Kay was bursting with joy upon telling that great news to Mae. Luckily our room was booked without breakfast and now we were even invited by locals.
We arrived back at the parking house; we were served with fresh Gözleme and salad, tea was ordered immediately. They were really surprised, seeing an Asian lady traveling this way. We enjoyed our first Turkish breakfast, showed pictures to them, exchanged stories and became friends on Facebook. They discovered many stickers with different flags at our Topbox, impossible Turkey flag was still missing! So, we were gifted with a huge Turkish flag: “Show that, and you will be accepted friendly everywhere in our country and even Iran!”
Some western Turkish highways are toll routes. You need a `HGS` Card therefore, we were told. We failed to get it at the local post shop, and needed to go to a main office or one of the big Shell stations along the main roads. But this won’t be needed from here to Istanbul. We were told that it is needed if we cross the bridges along the Bosphorus Strait in Istanbul, but you can avoid them also. So, this remains on our to-do-list, but it may keep us busy searching for solution on how to get it.
What is your guess:
- Will we finally get the HGS registration?
- Is it even needed?
Please leave our comments below.
Shortly on the road here in Keşan heading to the highway, we spotted a pair of brand-new GS with German plates as well as their drivers . Of course, we stopped right next to them. Canku and Cengiz were originally from Turkey. They were on their way back to Germany after a long tour in their old home. We exchanged stories. They then asked us how they could help, what do we need, where we would go. As we mentioned Cappadocia, Cengiz immediately called his old friend in Göreme. We would meet him there and he might have local advices for us and could help us if needed.
But for now: Back on the road! Istanbul – here we come!