I stay one more day at ‘Hindiba Pansiyon’ and travel onwards to Amasra. Mehmed, a maths teacher, from Bartin takes me with him to Kurucaşile, east of Amasra by the coast, where he is going with his son for a swim in the sea.. The beaches in the coastal cities of this region are quite full with natives, spending their holidays there.
I decide to return to Bartin with Mehmed in the late afternoon to head south again to Ankara. As we are on the highway back to his hometown, Ahmed decides that it is time for a meal. He stops at the side of the road and we have a standing picknick off the top of the trunk.
A man takes me south from Bartin for a while. I get out at the point where he turns west to Zonguldak. It is late and I decide to continue to Ankara the following morning. I see a sign for a camp site on the side of the road and enter a large park, with a hotel and football pitch. I don’t see any campers and ask at the hotel reception where I could set up my tent. A receptionist brings me to a pleasant spot under trees. On asking if I can have a shower somewhere he brings me to a desolate outdoor swimming pool. The water is like a mirror and mountains can be seen from two sides. He tells me I may jump in and have a shower afterwards. The water is warm after the day of sunshine.
In the morning I have a shower at the pool again. On leaving the pool area, one of the receptionists greets me and invites me to the open buffet of the hotel for breakfast. I see seven people altogether in the massive dining hall. The buffet is prepared for at least 50.
Ahmed takes me to Ankara. He fumbles a rosary and flicks it around wildly from time to time. On overtaking three cars and a truck at once in a tight curve on the highway, the rosary whirls around in his left hand, while he seems to mutter some prayers in Turkish or Arabic. An arid desert-like country spreads around us as we approach the capital. It seems like no larger animal could survive here. We stop at a highway restaurant, which is surrounded by about 15 high poles. I see that each of these has a genuine, inhabited stork nest on top.
In Ankara I meet with Keram and Cansu, whom I have met at the 'Hindiba Pansiyon'. From Kerams friend, Kenan, a history graduate, I learn more of the Shamanic roots of the Turkik tribes, their wars in central Asia against China, their probable connection with the Mongol people and their migration westward to Anatolia after their conversion to Islam. I stay at Oguz’ place, a very hospitable couchsurfer and plan the next steps. I also meet up with the Brahma Kumaris group in Ankara. It is inspiring to be with them, to exchange understanding and energies.
Ramadan starts on the 1st. I stay at a large flatshare, the "Secret Ankara Hostel". Rasmus, Mikael and Nikola volunteer with EVS in Ankara and are hosted royally with pocket money and a luxurious flat.
I talk with Mikael about traveling, but also the state of the world, the globalized system and how conditions of life will change.
"People will wake up when it's nearly too late, not when it's too late. But only when the results of the current lifestyle are infront of the peoples faces, only when they can't avoid seeing them, then will change hasten on a broader scale." says Mikael
Skayan from Holland and Anna from Iran, a couple, are also couchsurfing at the "hostel". Skayan is hitchhiking to Mongolia and Anna is starting studies in Holland. Eventually Skayan will return to Holland and will perhaps finally settle at the age of 37. Like so many others the search for a purpose occupies him.
"From elementary school you are moulded and taught how to conform to the "adult" world, which is oh-so-serious. Every person has their completely unique inner potentials, which may hardly be touched upon within the uniform system of education. says Skayan
Skayan wishes deepen his relations with other people, to get to feel and bond with their energies. He hopes to be engaged with people most closely in this way, perhaps performing Reiki or other bioenergetic healing practices in the future.
I decide to return to Bartin with Mehmed in the late afternoon to head south again to Ankara. As we are on the highway back to his hometown, Ahmed decides that it is time for a meal. He stops at the side of the road and we have a standing picknick off the top of the trunk.
A man takes me south from Bartin for a while. I get out at the point where he turns west to Zonguldak. It is late and I decide to continue to Ankara the following morning. I see a sign for a camp site on the side of the road and enter a large park, with a hotel and football pitch. I don’t see any campers and ask at the hotel reception where I could set up my tent. A receptionist brings me to a pleasant spot under trees. On asking if I can have a shower somewhere he brings me to a desolate outdoor swimming pool. The water is like a mirror and mountains can be seen from two sides. He tells me I may jump in and have a shower afterwards. The water is warm after the day of sunshine.
In the morning I have a shower at the pool again. On leaving the pool area, one of the receptionists greets me and invites me to the open buffet of the hotel for breakfast. I see seven people altogether in the massive dining hall. The buffet is prepared for at least 50.
Ahmed takes me to Ankara. He fumbles a rosary and flicks it around wildly from time to time. On overtaking three cars and a truck at once in a tight curve on the highway, the rosary whirls around in his left hand, while he seems to mutter some prayers in Turkish or Arabic. An arid desert-like country spreads around us as we approach the capital. It seems like no larger animal could survive here. We stop at a highway restaurant, which is surrounded by about 15 high poles. I see that each of these has a genuine, inhabited stork nest on top.
In Ankara I meet with Keram and Cansu, whom I have met at the 'Hindiba Pansiyon'. From Kerams friend, Kenan, a history graduate, I learn more of the Shamanic roots of the Turkik tribes, their wars in central Asia against China, their probable connection with the Mongol people and their migration westward to Anatolia after their conversion to Islam. I stay at Oguz’ place, a very hospitable couchsurfer and plan the next steps. I also meet up with the Brahma Kumaris group in Ankara. It is inspiring to be with them, to exchange understanding and energies.
Ramadan starts on the 1st. I stay at a large flatshare, the "Secret Ankara Hostel". Rasmus, Mikael and Nikola volunteer with EVS in Ankara and are hosted royally with pocket money and a luxurious flat.
I talk with Mikael about traveling, but also the state of the world, the globalized system and how conditions of life will change.
"People will wake up when it's nearly too late, not when it's too late. But only when the results of the current lifestyle are infront of the peoples faces, only when they can't avoid seeing them, then will change hasten on a broader scale." says Mikael
Skayan from Holland and Anna from Iran, a couple, are also couchsurfing at the "hostel". Skayan is hitchhiking to Mongolia and Anna is starting studies in Holland. Eventually Skayan will return to Holland and will perhaps finally settle at the age of 37. Like so many others the search for a purpose occupies him.
"From elementary school you are moulded and taught how to conform to the "adult" world, which is oh-so-serious. Every person has their completely unique inner potentials, which may hardly be touched upon within the uniform system of education. says Skayan
Skayan wishes deepen his relations with other people, to get to feel and bond with their energies. He hopes to be engaged with people most closely in this way, perhaps performing Reiki or other bioenergetic healing practices in the future.
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