It was Sunday so time for a ride though the weather was less than clement as we waited for Rejeb and Zeki
who duly arrived sporting an assortment of rain gear
We headed off, higher and higher
On the way we passed a victim of the current shooting season
Apologies at this stage for a couple of poor shots, rain on the lens I think. Then we hit the snow line
which stretched as far as the eye could see
We came, we saw, we were thwarted
After a couple of hours fooling around we retreated to beneath the snowline to find a suitable place to dry our clothes and get some hot food inside us. We found a temporary summer shelter that the goat herders use as a stop off point on their annual migrations from the coast to the cooler uplands.
Within no time Mehmet had drained a litre of juice out of his petrol tank and got a fire going on which we barbecued some sausage along with our boots and socks
At this point my camera gave up the ghost
and so did we. An hour later we were off the mountain supping hot chay (tea) in Mehmet's lokanta. 4 mates, 4 bikes. Perfect really.