As a result of hitchhiking on the last day of Ramadhan, most of the cars on the road seems to be full or didn’t have enough space for two persons, so we ended up hitchhiked with a truck. I was so glad that we took the ride and got to have a glance of the scenic part of Istanbul. Honestly, trucks have always been my favorite transport since my first truck ride in Kyrgyzstan. You just couldn’t find any better view point on the land especially when you were surrounded by those stunning landscape.
But, didn’t I mention about they were asking for sex even for a male hitchhiker? Well, there were but not all the Turkish truck drivers will ask for sex. Instead, most of the them will never leave u alone if they could take you, they had no problem to park illegally, or to block the entire traffic or even taking the risk of getting fined by having 2 passengers, just to pick you up. And normally they don’t speak English as well, or maybe very little, but they will definitely call their friends to show off or invite you for Chay.
So after 3 rides, Miroslav and I arrived at the entrance of the village and our “Treasure Hunt” began! I have to admit it will never be easy if Miroslav never came with me. The village wasn’t as organised as on Google maps and I only have the GPS location instead of address. Even worst was my phone’s GPS function wasn’t working again! Luckily I knew the name of the wife and had a brave company that speaks Turkish. Most importantly, it was a small village that everyone know each other, those friendly villagers pointed us to the correct direction soon after Miroslav spoke to them.
While we were trying to figure out the exact house, a very fierce dog started to barking at us. Thanks to the dog, the friendly grandma came out to check and confirmed with us that was the place. She invited us to go in and got the wife to come out immediately. Without a second thought, the wife said my friend’s name and went into the house to bring me all the stuffs that belong to my friend. So easy? No way! Because all the guys (including Turkish) that tried to stop me from heading there told me that the husband will refuse to give back the watch and then the villagers will join him chasing us away!
Anyway, mission completed! The only problem left was to figure out how to hitchhike from here to Burgas, Bulgaria. I parted with Miroslav at the main road leaving the village, which wasn’t very far from the house and then I walked a little bit and stood at a good spot waiting for a ride. However, I started to get more and more nervous, probably because I watched too many television programs and too many people trying to scared me off, so I kept worrying if the husband will come in a sudden with a big knife and chasing me. Even making me nervous was, there weren’t any car passing by in half an hour wait, I am sure it was a perfect road for cyclist!
Finally, after about 40 minutes waiting, I saw some heavy motorbikes coming, as usual I gave them my friendly wave. Probably I was too friendly and one of them actually turn back to offer me a ride. Okay, I must admit that I was really worried and didn’t want to miss any single opportunity to leave the village, so I took the ride. I swear, it was definitely a pretty cool ride if I don’t have my backpack with me and if a helmet was provided. OMG! It was so fast, I felt like my eye balls will get blowed off anytime if I open my eyes, and with my heavy backpack at the back, every single turn made me felt like I was going to fall off the bike!
Luckily, they left me at the next village that was about 20 to 30km away. I was really glad that they need to visit their friend there because I couldn’t talk to them during the ride, I don’t know how to ask them to stop. I took some pictures with their fancy motorbikes and had a short chat before they left. They were riding to the beautiful black sea coast to welcome the Muslim New Year with a camping trip, I wish I could have a bike tour one day too! After they left me, it was another quiet waiting, not more than 5 cars passing in an hour, and none of them stop for me, so I decided to walk a little bit further to check what was waiting after next corner.
I guess that was the main street of that village, nothing much on the road, so I picked a spacious spot, put down my backpack and stood there waiting for the next ride. Not too long, a white colour van drove pass me, and then made a very fast U-turn at the T-junction. I thought that was one of the dangerous driver from the village, but wait, they actually drove towards me and offered me a ride to the next big town, Vize, woohoo! They were on a road trip too, as the back seats were taken out in order to fit in their food and stuffs , so I had to squeeze in and shared the front seat with the girlfriend of the driver.
I guess this is the law of hitchhiking, most of the time you just need one nice driver to send you away from the shitty spot and then the rest of the hitch will be very easy. They left me at the gas station located at the entrance of next town, Vize, and almost immediately I get picked up by another guy, seems like the rest of the hitch will be easy for me, but did it really happen in the way that I thought of?