mimarim yeter ki sen uzulme (hh part 2)

ok, since i have couple of readers, some foreigners (gosh, why dont i have a normal life with full of turkish fans all around me?? :P) i'll try to tell the story's other half. 

mmm lemme think... what happened next..?? 

so,  me, in the middle of nowhere, almost nowhere, standing on the high-fuckin-way, freaked the shit out of me, literally, trying to think that no one will rape me then kill me before reaching Turkey.... 

highway, but very few cars passing, very very fast, maybe going with 160-180 km/h, no one stopping, not even slowing down, however, thinking positive, in between horrible scenarios in my head, must have worked. in couple of minutes (seriously, i didnt wait so long at all) a HUUUGE truck written Acarlar (or Açarlar) started to ´honking, and slowing down... that was when i had a real paradox in my life: being happy to see a Turkish truck stopping, and being frustrated to see a Turkish truck stopping.  ahahaha 

case 1: happy to see someone from your country, solidarity, turkish people would understand the difficulties and they are helpful, they like students, and even hitchhikers cause they are very curoius to get to know what is going on, so.... good sign thats a turkish, i'll ve saved. 

case 2: frustrated to see someone from your country, because that country is turkey, because turkish truck drivers may not be the best people to trust with your life, especially if you're a lone traveler, sorry, a lone FEMALE traveler. explain the reasons, i will have to be classist, and arrogant, but i don't want to. however, give a brief idea, they can be very very rude and dangerous towards women. 

my case turned out to be the first one, luckily. predictable since i am safe and sound in my home country.

i was going to kesan, a small town,10 km to the border. surprisingly the driver was from that town. he offered me to take there. he was a good guy i must say, single with couple of years to retire. he said that he had a small boat, he is planning to sail when he retires, and travel the world. he even got the sailing (capitain's) licence... we talked about the countries he had been, the problems at the borders, transporting goods, driving all the time... then politics. he was turkish nationalist, meaning, hated kurdish people. blaming everything on them as if their fault it was all bad things happening in turkey. well, at least hated AKP as well, the current governing party. people from trakya, are a bit more leftist, they like drinking, and celebrating things, having fun, even Raki, the turkish drink is from there, i guess the reason is that they are close to greece and bulgaria where people have a lot of relations with those nations, and christians. it has its history too.. anyways... 

we finally reached the border, waited for couple of hours, unfortunately, due to the "iftar vakti" (the fasting break of ramadan) all the officers were eating... we had to wait... 

on the turkish side, the passport officer almost interrogated me. i felt like i was crossing the german border, of course to germany, or in the interview of american visa where they interrogate the history of your descendents......  he asked me when i got to thessaloniki, what time, and what i was doing in spain, why i was going back to turkey, how i got to alexandropolis, looking at the truck driver, who was really offended by those questions and the attitude of the policeman who, in the end, told me that i should never hitchhike like that, because truck drivers might not be helpful as he was, and that it was very dangerous. I said OK. i was trying to remain calm. 

from 6 oclock in the evening, to 10 , finally we were in turkey. i mean leaving the border behind, i clapped my hands out of joy. 

driver amca took me to the Kesan bus terminal, so that i could take another bus which would go to the small town where my family was: Edremit. 

that was pretty funny when he pulled the huuuge truck to the right side of the road, to drop me at the terminal... he did. he stayed with me until i bought my ticket to Edremit, then he shook my hand and left. 

he was really a good guy. he even bought me lipton ice tea green (with green tea, that doesnt exist in spain, i really miss that drink) when we had to wait at the greek border.... 

at 10.30 at night, my bus arrived.... another 5 hours on the roads to go.... with a lot of babies, teenagers, stupid discussions on the bus, stops at the sideroad restaurants, lights on/off every 2 hours.... 5 long hours with no good sleep....

in the end, i quote: 

"Barcelona (E) to Ören (TR) with numbers : 1 plane + 3 bus + 2 car + 1 truck = 25 hours : 1,5 + 2,5 + 2 = 6h of sleep, 1 pack of biscuits + 1 plate of chickpea, 2 bottles of water + 1 icetea. Here I am, in 1 piece !"