Day 19: Bolu (TR) > Göreme (TR) Day 20: Göreme (TR) MADE IT TO CAPPADOCIA! When I originally thought of this trip, Cappadocia was the distant goal I had in mind. I was captivated by those pictures of hot air balloons drifting slowly in the sunrise, those chimney rock formations, the sandy rocks, etc. Well, yesterday evening, after a long 6/7 hours ride that tested my buttocks, I finally made it there. It was quite magical arriving in this area at dusk, as daylight was ending. I did nit have clear what to see where, so i just rode to a panoramic point to get a taste of it. Well, I noticed some ATVs riding the area (ridden by badass looking chinese tourists), and if they could ride there, so probably I could too. In fact, I seldomly saw any forbidden access sign in the whole time I spent in this area. Riding these trails at dusk was like a big playground. Most of it was hard packed dirt, but some time it would turn to rock, or sand. The trails were very ondulated, and riding slowly following the flow was an a solute pleasure. At the time I didn't wanna bother taking a properly exposed long exposure picture, but the colors were just mesmerising. I slept in the cheapest hotel I found, yet. I had a lucky streak of finding cheaper and cheaper hotels, for increasingly comfortable stays. I assumed it was because I'm visiting out of season. Well, this last hotel reset the balance. Whoever thought of putting tempered glass on the main door of a hotel room, facing a corridor, is NOT a genious. Especially when the movement sensor in the corridor is busted and the light keeps flickering on and off by itself, flooding the room interior with light. Eventually I just needed a bed and a shower, and for as uncomfortable as it was, I got what I needed. In the morning I woke up early to leave well before sunrise (would have been nice catching some sleep), and set off to find a scenic spot, leaving most of my luggage in the hotel room. Finding a cool spot was hard, in darkness, as everything kinda looked the same and I couldn't see the surrounding features. At first I thought of following one of the puckup trucks pulling hot air balloons "crafts", but there were too many and they all seemed to go un different directions. I then decided to go to the same area I visited in the evening, and to my pleasure I found many trucks preparing for the morning rides. I rode up a small hill, left the bike and walked to the top. Annoyingly, a group of tourists thought the same, the kind that fills every moment of silence with conversation, or that literally voices their funny poses when taking selfies. As we appriached the sunrise more and more people showed up, but by then I had found a nice spot overlooking the valley below, wbich I was not gonna give up. It was entertaining looking at what lengths will people go to take selfies, including walking on steep slippery surfaces with inappropriate shoes, just to take that insta-shot. Unfortunately nobody fell, that would have made my day. Back to the balloons. When thinking of hot air balloons, I always thought of silent drifting, and of the hissing flame. I never considered that, while filling them up, loud machines flood the air with a lawn mower / compressor sound. As there were tons of balloons, imagine the cacophony. I was a bit concerned tgat this, being a very touristy sight, would be awkward. Like when you go to a spit and take the same picture as everyone else, surrounded by people woth selfie sticks, etc. Maybe it's because of the initial darkness, and how it added a courtain of mystery. Or maybe because I'm really i to astrophotography, and the whole long exposure photography is my thing. But the result was that I really enjoyed the wait, and when the sunrise eventually come, it was a majestic sight. The compressors stopped, and one after the other, in pairs, or in big groups, all balloons started taking off. When the sun was up the crowd that had slowly accumulated quickly dispersed - each small group being picked up by the very many tour operator vans, going to visit the various sights in the area. I went for a short hike in the nearby valley, that by now was empty of people, and then set off for a vague and redundant itinerary, that saw me riding many of the trails for a few hours. This place is FUN. You can follow the asphalt roads to go from place to place, or yoy can cut via a vast network of dirt roads that bring you through that environment, rather than around it. If you choose to do so, you immediately leave all tourists behind, and the few people you cross are the locals working the occasional vegetable crops. During the day I visited an open air museum set in a valley surrounded by those rocky formations. It was interesting seeing how peiple had carved mills, wineries and even churches into the rock, but as I ran out of water and was mostly on an empty stomach, the heat started taking a toll on me. I finished the museum at a slow pace to conserve energy, moving from shadow to shadow, and as soon as I hit the exit I raided the restaurant for food and water. An omelette never tasted so good! Some hours of riding later, and it was time for an early return to the creepy hotel, where to rest, do laundry and catch up on the sleep i missed tonight. Tomorrow the long trek back to Denmark begins. I have about 2 weeks left, so I won't be able to explore tge countries on my way as thoroughly as I wished. The plan is to stay on the move, but make every day meaningful. If I find myself out of time, I will sacrifice the countries closer to home, as they will be the one easier to return to in a following trip.