Figure 8 On A Bike

Maria and I got dropped off at the Antalya airport together for our flight to Istanbul . Maria had a much earlier flight than me so she was allowed to go through security and I got to wait between security one and security two of the airport. It is more awkward than I realized trying to hang out in public places and not sit. I spent some time pacing. I spent some time reading leaning against a wall - oops, leaning is also NOT great for my back. Back to standing straight and reading. But then a nice family waved me to their seats when they left them and I didn't know how to turn that down politely so I took a seat for a while and then creakily stood up after I was sure they were gone. In the end, I paid for some curly fries from Arby's so I could stand at their high table to eat and read. Eventually I was able to go through second security and wait at the gate. Where I did some floor stretches. On the flight I sat for take off and landing and for the ten minutes we hi...

Susan in the hospital :( Susan said her back felt better in the morning, so we took both our empty backpacks and a bunch of grocery bags and walked down the hill towards the main road, ready to haul back a big load of supplies. It was too early for us to have breakfast at the guesthouse, but we figured it should be easy enough to find some coffee and food in the city, and caffeine headaches usually don't set in until the afternoon anyway. We weren't sure how we'd pay for the bus with no bus card (maybe our credit card would work?), but that was a future problem. It became a farther future problem when, still walking out of camp, saw the one morning bus cruise down the road beneath us - looks like we're taking the 2 mile to the next bus stop in Akdamlar. We got to the stop and waited around for maybe 40 minutes, unsure if a bus would actually come, when to our relief the TK-21 came rumbling by, did a u-turn, and picked us up, and our Mastercards even worked to pay t...

Views of Antalya and the surrounding peaks from the top of a climb As our plane entered the skies above Türkiye, Susan and I craned our necks to catch glimpses of the mountains that began to appear below. "Wow, look at those peaks." "Is that snow?" "I don't think so, it can't be snow, it's too warm still..." "Then what is it?" "Rock, I guess?" "Really? That can't be rock, there's so much of it." "Maybe it's a mine? I think I see a road leading up there..."