Goodbye Turkey

Goodbye Turkey.

• Goodbye land of Ataturk and Islam, where devout muslims like to assure you that they are not living in an Islamic state.

• Goodbye cafes full of old men.... and amy.

• Goodbye enthusastic yelling locals, trying to show you the way, even when you didn't ask and they don't know where you're going.

• Goodbye waiters who freeze and go bug eyed when you refuse your after dinner tea.

• Goodbye policemen who honk and wave and stop us to ask how many gears we've got.

• Goodbye wierd yummy candy things.

• Goodbye potato farmers, who grow silly with excitement at the thought of loading potato sacks into our paniers, I'm sorry we pedaled by so incredibley fast...

• Goodbye prayer guys who blast us from the mosque each morning with their pumped up sound systems.

• Goodbye to the big meaty dogs that tried to nibble on our heels, only running off when we pretended to throw large rocks.

• Goodbye yogurt.

• Goodbye curious hoards of old men, who gather around our bikes the minute we stop and start fideling with things, honking the horn, and poking our speedometers.

• Goodbye roadside turks who yell at us and do the "tea gesture", I'm sorry that we pretended not to know what you meant most of the time.

• Goodbye stray cats that made a game each night of trying to pee on our tent and attack our food paneirs.

• Goodbye Turkey, we will always remember your people when we are feeling greedy or unfriendly...and we'll try be more Turkish.

Goodbye Turkey.

Having said our goodbyes and boxed up our bikes, we're flying off to...

JORDAN!!! The only country that will let Amy in...