It ended with a pair of jeans. When one of our fellow volunteers on the farm (actually a total kick-ass American cycle tourist!) offered up a pair of dark skinny jeans, and Sarah happily traded for them with more than half of her wardrobe, including her helmet, we could no longer deny it: the bike tour was over.
|Are you there, bread? It's me, Sarah.|
|Brian on the Asian side of Istanbul|
|Cycle tourist picnic rendezvous at Caddeboston|
|For Kerem, who says I always wear sunglasses on the blog...|
|Find the non-cyclist!|
|Swiss, Turkish, Polish and American...we all love eatin' and drinkin'!|
Kerem lives on the Asian side of Istanbul, so we got the pleasure of exploring new, super hip, super posh, tourist-free neighborhoods that we had never seen on our last trips. Istanbul is f-ing huge, by the way. One of Kerem's friends we hung out with complained of a 30 km commute home, and told us that some people have double that!
|Happy chicken kebab boy|
|Headscarves to the wind|
|Plus-sized mannequins! Why do we not have these in the U.S.?|
|Amazing jewelry by the kilo!|
In late October, we will have another dog-sitting gig in Cappadoccia, actually a gig we already had two years ago, and we enjoyed it so much that we can't wait to get back to our cozy cave house nestled into the most magical gorges and valleys we have ever seen. The illustrious Shelly Joseph (Sarah's mom) will join us for this leg of the journey, and then we will all head back to Istanbul.
|The balloon rides cost 150 Euros. Waking up at 6am to watch...free!|
|Every day, another valley to explore!|
|Ortahisar, our village|