The smell of fresh bread crawled through our fort’s vents, reached our nostrils and woke us up early. Oli went to get some of these baked goods from our neighbours, and returned to our castle with a royal breakfast, served in our dining quarters. We let Charles do the cleaning and entered our stables to prepare the steeds for a 500 meters ascend. Releasing the drawbridge we strolled onto the road towards Zonguldak under the sound of trumpets. The easy life quickly faded. Halfway up the hill Anton broke two spokes and his tire got punctured. We are quite experienced by now, and repairs of this kind are no bother to us any more. So mother nature found something new: with freezing temperatures approaching, the painful tingling in our fingers after the gloveless repairs takes a long while to receed. Thus, we try to postpone repairs until we get back to warmer quarters. No luck this time though.
The sun had passed its peak by the time the slope changed from upward to downward. After lunch we started to get back into civilization, passing villages and receiving chai invitations on the regular. When our legs needed a break we took one of the chai-sayers up on his offer and challenged him to a game of tavla.
Today’s destination was the city of Zonguldak. Here we found an abandonned house with a dungeon, far above our newly set standards of accomodation. Still in a slightly medieval mood from the night before, we decided to make half of our basement into a fire arrow shooting range. All good fun, until your house is filled with toxic smoke. So for any archer or fire enthousiasts, these activities are best practiced outside. Today we decided to swap the laminate for thick glass to prevent unwanted six-legged guests from entering our suites.