We found a beautiful portside pansiyon with a view in Sinop where finally had a thorough wash of clothes, bicycles and bodies again. It took our legs two full days to process the concrete that was weighing them down. One because we needed it, and the rain succesfully tempted us to take another day off. We raided the bakery next door, taking all of their baklava that infused us with quite the sugar rush to start our day.
Yuri tried out his knee for a few kilometers, but decided to play it safe and take another ‘dolmuş’ to Samsun. As soon as we said our goodbyes the first snowflakes started falling down from the sky. In a matter of minutes the snow picked up, resulting in white beards, red noses and brains frozen solid in every downhill. From the top of the hills we could see a blue sky over the sunlit harbor of Sinop as we struggled to keep our glasses free of snow. We pretended the never ending blizzard was a foam party as we raced in and out a set of tunnels that led us back to the familiar coastal road. We took a brief climbing break along the way. The leaveless tree watching over the saphire blue pond was crying us over and we just couldn’t resist… Eventually we found a prayer house to roll out our sleeping bags.