We received a message from Yuri that if the remaining road to Sinop had a name it would be ‘Snowmans MC Brutalé’, so 64 kilometers into our day we had to make a choice. Either we started the climb through the snowy valley a bit inland, or we would bizon through it to do some nightcycling and reach the sea once more.
We decided to use the steady tailwind to our advantage and go for it, hoping to stay ahead of the rain. Trusting on our weather prediction skills was the right decision, and we were rewarded with a steady climb to 500 meters with on both sides a mantle of snow as we reached the top. At the end of the valley we saw “Sinop” erased on the roadsigns. We suspected that Yuri’s bus took the “Snowmans MC Brutalé” and we could opt for the coastal road, little did we know about the reason behind the erased roadsigns.
Once we had the waves back in our sight, we asked for a place to sleep at the fire department, who asked some young students to ask a nearby hotel, where we got a three person bedroom for free!