• Marie & Nil


On a mountain pass, in the middle of a forest, by road, officially or unofficially, we have crossed some borders over the past 2 years. We don't know how many exactly, we passed several times in certain countries and at the beginning of the Alps, we sometimes crossed the Franco-Italian border several times a day. If all our entries in each of the 16 countries are all engraved in our memory, our arrival in Turkey is a little special for sure. The last frontier of the whole trip! Difficult to describe the state of mind in which we were during the long hours that lasted the crossing of this final border. We were moved, excited, a little sad, proud too! The border post covers 3 km and you have to present your passport 5 times. In addition to our backpacks, we carried a heavy package in our arms with our winter gear. We felt it was safer and cheaper to send it to Istanbul from the first post office we would come across and take it back to France ourselves, rather than sending it to Paris from Bulgaria. The police and customs officials were all nice enough to take our word for it and not make us open our full package.

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Turkey! Finally!

It was long, but there it is: we are in Turkey! And no chance that you won't notice the change. We arrive at Edirne and it hits us head on. Life. We left austere Bulgaria and we throw ourselves into a city teeming, singing, shining with a thousand colors, smelling grilled meat, pressed pomegranates and hot tea.


Very quickly, we meet some young girls, they study and live in Edirne, give us some advice, suggest visits. We exchange our phone numbers and the next day they invite me to go to the Turkish baths with them. Happiness! After weeks in the Bulgarian mountains, that's all I dream of. We meet near the mosque, the mother of one of them offers me a glove to lather the soap that she knitted herself. I am delighted with this super rapid transition. Yesterday we didn't know each other and today we soap our backs. After having softened our skin, it's time for the scrub. An overweight Turkish woman in underwear beckons me to lie down on the marble slab. Using a pillowcase, she lathers up her soapy water and then rubs it down from every angle. I come out of there “new”.

Let the pros do it

We quickly understand that food life is very codified and segmented in Turkey. If you want to drink tea or coffee, you have to go to the cafe. Nothing unusual so far. There, if you are hungry, you can not get anything, you will have to go to a pastry shop or a restaurant. In the restaurant, if you want to finish your meal with a small tea or coffee, the waiters will probably go and get it from the nearest tea room. Each his job in summary.

Thé, Turquie

Stars in Turkey

In these cafes, we have never seen women. It’s just not okay for Turkish women to go to the cafe. At the restaurant ok, because you have to eat. Never at the cafe. On the other hand, no problem for me, foreigner. One day, we were told Julie and I that we were definitely the first women to come to this cafe. We were photographed with the boss and assured that the photo would be quickly hung on the wall.

Demirköy, Turquie

Women's cafe

We encountered an exception to everything I just said. In the village of Durusu, a few days before we reached Istanbul, we entered a cafe/restaurant. First exception. It is exclusively run by women. Second exception. They serve tea and coffee as well as dishes and desserts. They gave us a wonderful welcome and their cuisine is forever engraved on our taste buds.

The Mayor's wife

In small villages, the owner of the cafe is often the Muhtar, the equivalent of the Mayor. Very early in our crossing of Turkey, we were recommended to go and introduce ourselves to the Muhtar when we arrived somewhere. This is how we met Ibrahim, Muhtar from the village of Kapakli, who insisted on trying to become my stepfather. Let me explain. We arrive in the village, we look for the Muhtar, he invites us into his cafe and tells us that we can spend the night there. We spend the end of the day chatting with him and the customers. When the cafe closes, he prepares us a dinner which we all share together. When it is time to go to bed (it is already close to midnight and we are exhausted), he refuses to let Catherine, my mother, sleep in the cafe. We understand that due to her age and senior status in our group, she should go to sleep at his place. At least that's what we understand because if we make the effort to communicate via Google Translate, he doesn't. It takes us over an hour to convince him to give up. He leave angry.

Kapakli, Turquie

In the Batcave

After a day of walking in the rain, we arrive in front of the Dupnica cave. The small park in front must be charming in summer: market stalls, restaurant, swings... But it is superbly empty and everything is closed when we arrive. As we search for a place to camp, everything is quickly covered in a thin white coat. Out of conscience, we are trying to open all the little cabins around. Magic, one of them opens! It is empty, freshly built, perfectly waterproof. This is where we will sleep tonight. Before dark, we leave to explore the cave and discover, by the light of our headlamps, thousands of sleeping bats. The next morning, two guards get in the cabin next door. They offer us a hot tea and to visit the part of the cave open in winter. This is where we understand our mistake. Last night we actually visited the forbidden part dedicated to the hibernation of bats... Oops!

Dupnica, Turquie

Yes, it's still winter

From the cave, there are only a few tens of kilometers between us and the Black Sea, but what kilometers! Dozens of icy rivers to cross, sometimes with water up to mid-calves, impassable bramble barriers and... snow! We wake up one morning, the tent is covered with snow, the condensation has frozen on the inside walls and us with it! After the first difficult moments (preparing breakfast in the snow, packing the frozen tent, etc.) we set off and arrive in Wonderland. The soft morning light and the thin layer of snow make every detour on the way sublime.


Black Sea and white beach

Our steps lead us to the Iğneada Flooded Forest Park. It's beautiful, but you lose a little interest in flooded forests when everything is covered with snow. Finally, the highlight of the show was at the exit of the forest. We come out on the beach, facing the Black Sea. The sky is almost black, the beach is white with snow, the wind is blowing and we are alone in the world in the midst of this extraordinary landscape. In the distance we see the town of Iğneada, a small seaside resort which will mark the end of our week with Catherine. A few tens of meters before arriving in town, we have to cross an estuary or make a 12 km detour. The water is much higher than we had imagined but we are reaching the goal and none of us are tempted by the additional 12 km. We know that we can change our clothes quickly after that, we have reserved a hotel room. Not thinking twice, we dive into the water that will reach above the navel for Catherine, the smallest of us. The water is freezing, the air is no more than 1 or 2°C, but no regrets, we had good fun!

Mer Noire, Turquie

The drama

Shortly after Catherine's departure, Noé and Julie joined us. 1 km after we hit the road, it's a tragedy. A tree fell across the path, it is lying about 70 cm from the ground. Nil climbs on it, on the other side is a thick carpet of dead leaves under which hide large stones. His ankle gets stuck between the stones and twists in a horrible noise. Cold sweats, spinning head, Nil is close to fainting. If it’s not broken, it means that he still has a bad sprain. Two years without major injury and he ruins his ankle 8 days from Istanbul! We console ourselves as we can by saying that it could have happened 8 days after the start of the trip... He decides to continue but the next day, the pain is too strong and he goes to the hospital to do an X-ray. The absence of a fracture is confirmed, but an MRI should still be done to find out the extent of the damage. This little hospital is not equipped for this, we will have to wait. Normally, if we would have been the two of us, we would have found a place to wait a few days or even a few weeks for Nil to feel better. But we have two guests with us and 6 others on the way, some arriving from the end of the world and we will have to deal with it. This is surely the last indisputable proof that Nil is a robot, a superman, whatever you want. We learnt when we returned to France that he has completely torn off several ligaments and damaged all the others.

Nil, entorse, Turquie


On the way, we got to know Yusuf and Ayse who welcomed us into their Bed & Breakfast. A family of artists, as much in the field of music as in gastronomy. We probably had our best Turkish meals at their place and, even if they did not speak English, we had a great time with them.

Summer camp