We got up at 5 in the morning, quickly packed our stuff so we could get through and out of town before things get too busy. Also, we had noticed that the little, stone throwing boys weren't exactly early risers. We were about to leave the campground when we paused. In a way it just felt wrong and cowardly to run out of here like this. Hmm what to do? We have not had a day off for a while and we really needed a rest. The campground was beckoning us to stay but at the same time we really just wanted to get out of this wild area with its strange vibe. After about 10 minutes of constantly changing our minds we decided to stay one more night. We would just have to scoot back to town to change some money and get food. Since we were all packed we just pushed the bikes all the way up to the palace and enjoyed the view over the wide valley as the morning sun gradually emerged.
It turned into a great day. We met Oleksander, a Ukrainian cyclist; Tom, an American backpacker; later on Jan, a Dutch cyclist and a Swiss couple on motor bikes. Tom bought a large portion of menemen for the four of us at lunch and the campground owner ended up offering us one more night for free so we did not even have to go to town. Exchanging travel stories and being able to have lengthy conversations in English was wonderful. The world seemed normal again.
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