|Getting Smart - cab ride from Kalkan to Ottoman Cistern|
|The climb from Kalkan (can drop off) to Bezirgan|
|Grant descending into Bezirgan|
|Robin and crop storage bins, entering Bezirgan|
|Overlooking Bezirgan after the climb back out|
That said, we started up and soon entered to little hamlet of Saribelen. We stopped at the water supply across from the mosque to refill our bottles. While there, a nice man suggested we camp there, and he would make us breakfast in the morning. We declined, as we really wanted to make it further. Then another man on a motorcycle invited us to stay at his home. He was pretty insistent, but in a friendly way. We declined his offer too, but he told us after he dropped off his load at home, he would come back to see if we had changed our minds.
So after all that chatting, I went to refill our water. The valve literally came apart in my hand and started spewing water under an alarming amount of pressure. "Um, um, um GRANT!!!!" Grant grabbed the drinking cup that was sitting next to the tap, and cupped it over the faucet. I ran around trying to find a shutoff valve, but there was none. We were draining the towns water supply. Finally, Grant donned his raincoat while I held the cup. He looked at the leftover parts, got his mini pliers out, and then under high pressure, was able to rebuild the valve and turn the water off. Sheesh. Of course, after being approached by people almost constantly, magically when we were in trouble, nobody was around...Hmmm...
We started hiking up the road, having lost about an hour from all this, and the man on the motorcycle approached. We were over it, so we gave in. I made Grant get on the motorcycle first, then hopped on when he came back for me.
|Robin and our new friend Kenan at his house, Saribelen/Sidek|
|Robin with baby goat!|
|Relaxing at Kenan's house before supper|
We had a great time with Kenan. They did not ask for money, but we paid them what we had been charged at other pansiyons. They made a show of not accepting the money, but then finally happily did, while loading us up with oranges, almonds, and dried figs, then sending us on our way. If a man on a blue motorcycle stops and invites you to his house in Seribelen, just go. You won't regret it