The bandages on my fingers are shrinking as fast as the polar icecap: today, the quack only bandaged the last 2 phalanges. The index and 4th fingers are looking in really good shape, as is the wrist wound. The middle finger is coming along too, though more slowly. Pretty soon it will be my only bandaged limb. (That way it will be very obvious if I give someone the finger!).
As we near our destination and the days till our big party finale can be counted on one hand, the amount of logistics is slowly picking up again. After almost 3 months of not having to think or plan anything beyond the next day’s kilometers, we’re having to put our brains back into gear. Thank god for Leon, our friend and organizer extraordinaire who is helping us put everything into place; without him it would be impossible. His huge efforts notwithstanding, I had to spend an hour this morning typing out emails. The really frustrating thing is that I could be done in 20 minutes if if my hand wasn’t injured: despite positively minute bandages, I still am left punching the keyboard with my left index only! Aaaah the wonders of touch-typing… never will I take them for granted again!
Eventually we were on the way (a leisurly 10:15). The good quality highway made the miles melt away and soon enough, after crossing 2 ranges of small mountains (or large hills, as you may prefer), we glided into Amasya in time for a late lunch. Our stomachs happy, we set out to climb up to the tombs carved high into the cliffs overlooking the town
The climb looked harder than it actually was, although sweat flowed more than we thought: someone had simply turned the heat up. We didn’t linger long. Back on the main street, spotting a movie theatre that showed original versions, we treated ourselves to a couple hours at the pictures. The movie was a cross between a thriller and a horror film, neither our cups of tea, but still, it provided an adequate activity while the sun was blazing. With the temperatures more clement, we strolled the cozy streets for a little longer, before settling down to do wind up the day with what else but a little admin, albeit while looking out on the prettily lit up cliffs and caves.
WE are all very excited , but you should still stay calm… Interesting how the “scenery ” changes as you are making your way towards the West: now you have cinemas, your telephone actually “talks” to us while you are on the other line etc… Looking forward now to the last days and suddenly there will be no more “esti mese!!” We shall miss your blog!
Go Marko! You’re so nearly there, it’s so amazing and so impressive. Still gutted about missing your big 30 party but have a boogy for me on the dance floor! Bisous, Cous xxx
Can’t believe you’re nearly there (but after the hand incident, I insist on keeping my fingers crossed for safe journeying the rest of the way!). =) Wish we could be there at the finish line but you’re in our thoughts and we are amazed at this whole endeavor. Go Marko!
Salut cousin,
Heureuse de voir qu’apres tout, tu pourras bientot jouer au piano:)
Bonne chance pour la fin du voyage et profites-en au mieux. Nous te souhaitons une super party et on se voit tres bientot en France!
Gros gros bisoux,
Sylvie