Thank you for sharing your travels and adventures. This is a trip that i am dreaming and aspiring for. I hope that I'll be able to do this as well someday. Safe travels and please keep posting.Turkey - Part 2
In addition to being excited about visiting iconic Istanbul, we were thrilled that Dawn’s cousin Helen, one of our favorite travel partners, was joining us for the week. She had a past history of doing business in Istanbul so was cued up for both a trip down memory lane and being our unofficial tour guide. We hopped on the plane and made our way to our Airbnb.
The next week was a feast for the senses. Beautiful art, architecture and food everywhere. The city is fast paced but felt safe. We watched our wallets as you do in any big city in the world, but never had any issues.
As we have done in so many big cities in the world, we started our time with a free walking tour, grounding us in the history of the city. The site of the old Roman hippodrome, now Sultanahmet Public Square, is a spacious walking area lined with history and mosques. Ever conscious of our travel budget, we chose the attractions we paid for partly on interest and partly on the length of the line. Most of the mosques were free to enter (with the exception of the famous Hagia Sophia) so we took the time to visit and take in their grandeur and symmetry.
Can you guess that we're in the spice market?
All sorts of Baklava!
We braved the crowds and bought tickets to Topkapi Palace - home to the sultans of the Ottoman Empire for over 400 years. The vast complex showcased art and architecture over the centuries - giving great insight into what life was like for the sultans, their families and even the associated harems.
Because we learned so much on our first free walking tour, we signed up for a second one and took the ferry over to tour Fener Balat, an old multicultural neighborhood known for Greek, Armenian, Jewish and Turkish people living side by side.
Our time in Istanbul was coming to an end and Dawn was feeling like there was just one outstanding experience that we had overlooked so far - the hamam or iconic “Turkish Bath.” Helen was game, having been before and willing to show Dawn the ropes and Andy was a big fat “no.”
Finally our time was up and we had to (very sadly) say goodbye to Helen to fly back to the US.
Our time at home with family and friends filled our souls with love and joy. During this time of traveling in the truck, we never see our children enough so being able to gather, relax and work on projects together (more on that later) so it was just what we needed.
The two months flew by and before we knew it we were back on a plane, back in Izmir and booting up truck life again. Of course we returned with an extra duffel full of truck parts for future maintenance. It was surprisingly easy to slide into our past routines, despite having had the luxury of living in a real house for two months. Once we had resupplied with food, water, and gas we were on our way.
Still blissfully unaware that we REALLY did have to leave Turkey in five days, we stopped off to visit Priene, founded in the 4th century BC by the Romans.
Then having visited our second customs office and been told we really did have to leave, we calculated that we could make it to Georgia in three really long driving days with one last stop - the calcite terraces at Pamukkale. A geologic beauty and site of centuries of warm sulfuric baths. (We just put our feet in.)
Well we are fully on our way now, ready to tackle the Silk Road and plot some new adventures. Thank you for reading, hopefully some interesting blogs to come!
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Georgia - part 1
Mountain camp, Stepantsminda
Georgia was a fascinating and easy place to travel. You could feel the unique blend of historic influences from past occupations by the Persian, Turkish and Russian empires alongside European culture. The country had stunning dramatic mountains in the north, the charming and cosmopolitan capital of Tblisi, and a lush wine region in the south (Dawn was happy). The hiking and wild camping was spectacular, and the cultural sites intriguing, many stemming from early Christianity. The people are independent, maybe a little bit gruff, but once you got under their outer skin, a delight to talk to.
Our nearly 2000 km route through Georgia
We entered Georgia after a slightly stressful rush across Turkey - long driving days without much of a break because we had to get the truck out before it ran out of time and could possibly get impounded. All this to say, we were happy to enter Georgia and crash in a seaside hotel in Batumi.
Beautiful old facades in Batumi
The Georgian language was a complete mystery to us - we have never seen anything like it. Google Translate was not at its best here.
After our relaxing hotel night it was time to camp again, we worked our way up the coast to a paid campground (our first in a very long time!). We had lots of company with Russian tourists beating the heat.
Adding our Georgia sticker to our chaotic sticker wall - 78th country in the truck! But who is counting . . .
Our first foray into the Georgian mountains was heading north into the Svaneti region anchored by the village of Mestia. The roads were rough but doable - we stuck to the often broken and potholed pavement rather than venturing onto the rugged 4x4 routes.
Driving along the beautiful river gorge on the way to the Svaneti region
Taking in the snow capped mountains
Shudgra Waterfall - biggest in Georgia, maybe not as big as some of the Icelandic ones, but idyllic and private
Chaladi Glacier - worth the hike!
One thing we quickly learned about driving in Georgia is that domestic animals completely owned the roads. Cows, horses, sheep and pigs used the roads alongside traffic. Respect for vehicles was non existent.
Cows glaring balefully at us as we dared to want to cross their bridge
Don't even think of trying to disturb the napping pig
Having successfully navigated the farm animal obstacle course with no casualties, we came down from the mountains for our first major cultural site visit in Georgia - and probably our favorite-Vardzia, a cave monastery and city carved out of the cliffs in the 12th century. The site was also built during the reign of Georgia’s famous King Tamar - one of the most powerful monarchs in the country and also a woman (the word “king” in Georgian is not gender based) She governed over the most extensive territory that Georgia ever held, uniting principalities and developing a national identity based in Christianity.
Parked across from the cave complex at Vardzia
Homes, places of worship, food storage, libraries and wine cellars all carved into the cliffs
Entering our fifth year on the road, we still try to maintain some basic level of fitness, mostly through walking. If we are not heading to a hiking or walking destination, We scan our daily route looking for trails or walking paths. These random stops have created some enduring memories along the way - opportunistic encounters with villagers or cultural activities along local walking paths. On this day we stopped by Borjomi-Kharagauli National Park since Dawn saw some trails on the Gaia app we use for finding hikes. We ended up on a two hour jaunt through gorgeous forest and found out it was actually the first national park in the Caucuses and one of the largest in Europe - we barely scratched the surface on our drive by hike.
Our final stop that day was the base of the road up Albano Pass - an iconic Georgia scenic drive. The day we had planned to drive to the top dawned rainy and cloudy - not a good omen.
Road to Albano pass - mostly single track gravel
Where it is paved the road is literally dropping off the cliffside
Well, the fact that we have no picture at the top should tell you something . . . We arrived at the top of the mountains socked in by blowing clouds, barely able to see the edge of the parking space. We had planned to head down the other side to Omalo to hike but in the end we were cold, tired and not feeling like the weather was going to cooperate so turned back. Some days are like that. Even in Georgia.
Fresh marking on the hood map as we enter year five
Impossible to imagine we have been living together in a truck camper for over four years. We often say to each other that neither of us could imagine doing it with anyone else. Not every day is unicorns and roses but we are still thriving.
The weather continued to challenge our hiking plans so we decided to take a wine country break. Georgians are proud to claim being “the birthplace of wine” based on evidence from archeological sites (verified by scientists from the US). We later found out that the Armenians beg to differ. But either way the culture of wine making in Georgia is ancient, culturally ingrained and unique.
It was on our way to the vineyards that we encountered blinker-gate and Andy’s first legitimate ticket in years. Police were hiding along a stretch of highway which made a logical turn, although you could have gone straight. We were issued a $15 ticket because he did not use his turn signal and watched as others were similarly pulled over - which at least made us feel like they weren’t targeting tourists. We were told we would have to go to a bank and pay before we left the country. Luckily we did, as at the border it came up connected to our license plate and they wanted to see our receipt of payment. It was interesting to us that in the course of the routine traffic stop in the middle of the day they had Andy blow into a breathalyzer (which he had never done before.) It was enough of a caution for him to drink lemonade at the winery - not a hardship for him since he is not a fan. Dawn happily drank his share.
Touring the history of wine at Shumi Winery - ancient clay pot - Georgians bury them in the ground for the fermentation process
Still finding ways to entertain ourselves that didn’t involve trekking in a rainstorm, next we stopped by the enchanting old town of Sighnaghi, perched on a hill in Kakheti.
Hill top view of idyllic Sighnaghi
Uzbekistan - Part 1
Our 3 week, 3600 km route thru both Kazakhstan and Uzbekistan
Uzbekistan felt like an even greater step back in history. The architecture in the cities was some of the most beautiful we have seen. We were back to desert and loved being able to clamber around old silk road forts on our own, using our imaginations to fill in the gaps.
Unfortunately, Uzbekistan also had some of the worst roads - the kind of crumbling asphalt with unexpected craters coming out of nowhere that made driving feel like a pinball course. This was made worse by seeing, as we entered, miles and miles of new highway newly completed but not yet accessible for vehicles. Definitely driving will be easier in the near future!
It was another slow border crossing (5 hours) despite the fact that there were only a few cars ahead. The most frustrating part about the borders was just waiting outside a gate for the guards to decide to let vehicles in, often for hours with no knowledge of what to expect for the timeline. Sometimes commercial trucks were being prioritized, sometimes it seems that people were either on a break or changing shifts. We learned to be prepared with food, water and kindles loaded with books. But in the end we were easily issued another Temporary Import permit for the truck (this time $2 fee), entry was free for us as US citizens and auto insurance was only $10.
However, there was some additional bureaucracy for Uzbekistan tourists. All tourists are required to be registered by an official accommodation (hotel or hostel) within a few days of arrival. You are also required to have a certain number of “proof of stay” receipts which are entered into a national database and examined upon exiting the country. The rules seemed to be a little vague, we asked repeatedly and the best guidance we got was that you should be registered “about a third” of your days in the country. Luckily, hostels were accustomed to people needing registration and many would complete the paperwork for you for about $5 per person whether or not you actually stayed there.
Beautiful above ground cemeteries dotted the landscape, with intricately designed mausoleums
Our first cultural stop in Uzbekistan was city of Nukus and the Savitsky Museum. Nukus itself was unremarkable, a Soviet built city with broad avenues and practical architecture. But the museum was fascinating, with great value added by our young, local tour guide. Named after a Russian benefactor committed to preserving Uzbekistan art, the museum houses an impressive collection which rotates regularly. The art gives an intriguing insight into the life and historical culture of the country.
Next up was a real Silk road experience - the land of 50 fortresses or Elliq Khala in Khorezm. Built in the 6th to 4th centuries BC, these ancient forts have mostly and remarkably stood the test of time. Some have had some partial renovation, others are slowly eroding into the sand.
Even our stamina could not withstand 50 fortress visits so we spent most of our time at three.
Brick walls and openings at Topraq Kala. Both a defensive fort and a royal residence, the site once housed over 2500 people and is one of the best preserved Kushan Empire (Indo-European people driven west by the Chinese) sites in Central Asia.
Driving up to the smaller fort at Ayaz Qala
First views of Janbasquala, our third and final fort, rising out of the desert
Our fort explorations over, time to hit the road and see some ancient Silk road cities. Of all the countries we went to in the region, the historical cities of Uzbekistan were our favorite. Khiva, Bukhara and Samarkand were extraordinary, blending unique and intricate ancient architecture with contemporary conveniences.
Although heavily renovated and somewhat touristy, the city of Khiva charmed us. Walking its streets, we could feel and sense what it must have been like to live there in times gone by. Our only glitch was that Google Maps did its best to navigate us into a non-driving area to get us to the hotel we had booked. Finally we realized we needed to park outside the gates and walk in - which actually positively added to the overall atmosphere of the city.
The city felt like a living museum blending art and architecture
We enjoyed a local performance in the town square, equally transfixed by our fellow local tourists as by the performers themselves
And down the side streets, people living their lives
Khiva was equally beautiful at night
Outside the walls of Khiva