I jumped on the Marin Hybrid and rode the mile or so up the road to the open air market in Iskele. Instantly I missed Celeste. Riding a hybrid with straight bars, and alien switching was odd. The schwalbe marathon 32's (tyres) may be almost bullet proof on the rough tracks here but compared to Celestes skinny tyres it felt slow and cumbersome. But this wasnt a proper ride, just a means of transport really.
In the square the usual day to day stuff of life in Iskele was going on with the added influx of some of the local ex pat community, in search of larger marrows.
The market is nice enough, nothing special, but it does have a lot of fresh fruit and vegetables, and as with markets all over the world it has it's own local charm about it.
There were fruit sellers, potato sellers, sweet coated nut sellers, young girls selling flowers, and a bloke who insisted that his Octupus was a Cod, which it may well have been for all I know!
I noticed that drivers gave me a lot less space and respect dressed in a T shirt on a Hybrid than they did dressed in Lycra on a Road bike. One bloke in a red car cut me up at the roundabout almost as if he were an Englisman. Probably from Worthing I guessed.
As an important side note I have discovered that eggs here have two yolks, but I haven't seen any twin chickens yet. This I deemed important enough to include in today's highlights.
After th eexcitement of the market it was siesta time. I had earn't this on the epic ride back totally no more than a mile!
I was invited to dinner by my nieghbours and spent a wonderful evening chatting and eating local food cooked perfectly. Then it was rock n' roll time! We jammed along tosome songs I sort of 10% knew and had a laugh!
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