Turkey, here we are. The original plan was to follow the black sea because it was supposed to be less hilly than in the mountains. Actually no, here, the mountains plunge into the sea and the nearest road is only composed of road passes. It was like that from Istanbul until Sinop. Since then I no longer fit into my pants because of my thigh muscles. The view was amazing and, fortunately, the sun was there! (For more, click on "Read More")
Mechanically, in Turkey, people are always ready to help us. The first problem was the first day after Istanbul, we think the trailer is a little too bouncy... The result was a broken tiller (the attachment arm of the trailer). We're lucky, the photovoltaic panels are saved. There is a guy who helped us with torch and a new steel bar to replace the broken aluminium piece.
Here we go again, well, that's without counting fasteners that are too flimsy. We broke one. Then we meet a guy, called the "Profesyonel" (that's how we write professional in Turkish orthography, for once, I make a deliberate spelling mistake) He breaks the second one, thank you! Fortunately, we had spare. A little further we replace the in a garage to avoid having to worry about that.
In short, from the basic trailer, there remains almost nothing. I built the structure around an existing database, the structure is holding up well, the base is dead. Conclusion: next time, I do everything myself!
With all that, we are back in our mountain passes. We visited lovely cities (Sinop, Zonguldak etc.). We also discovered an improvised shipyard for wooden boats. We have also been to a typical wedding, enjoyed the beaches of the Black Sea and discovered small villages while we stopped for a tea. With mounted, we haven't seen a lot of cyclists. Only a Turkish cyclist and a German couple. We share our breaks with motorbikers.
Mechanically, in Turkey, people are always ready to help us. The first problem was the first day after Istanbul, we think the trailer is a little too bouncy... The result was a broken tiller (the attachment arm of the trailer). We're lucky, the photovoltaic panels are saved. There is a guy who helped us with torch and a new steel bar to replace the broken aluminium piece.
Here we go again, well, that's without counting fasteners that are too flimsy. We broke one. Then we meet a guy, called the "Profesyonel" (that's how we write professional in Turkish orthography, for once, I make a deliberate spelling mistake) He breaks the second one, thank you! Fortunately, we had spare. A little further we replace the in a garage to avoid having to worry about that.
In short, from the basic trailer, there remains almost nothing. I built the structure around an existing database, the structure is holding up well, the base is dead. Conclusion: next time, I do everything myself!
With all that, we are back in our mountain passes. We visited lovely cities (Sinop, Zonguldak etc.). We also discovered an improvised shipyard for wooden boats. We have also been to a typical wedding, enjoyed the beaches of the Black Sea and discovered small villages while we stopped for a tea. With mounted, we haven't seen a lot of cyclists. Only a Turkish cyclist and a German couple. We share our breaks with motorbikers.