Temperatures fell sharply in the night and when I push open the motorhome doors it feels ice cold. I quickly retreat for my fleece and then take the dogs for a walk. Craig locates the Dyson window washer and removes the first of this years condensation from the windscreen. As we approach the end of our tour of Turkey, we can no longer ignore the fact that we are feeling pretty down. Why can’t we press rewind and start all over again? We have loved Turkey and leaving is much harder than we expected.
We spend the morning in the old quarters of Canakkale. An atmospheric place with cobbled lanes, a clock tower and long sweeping waterfront promenade. The wooden horse from the film Troy takes pride place on the seafront square.
After a toot around the excellent Naval museum (photos limited) we enjoyed another Mac Donalds before packing up and heading over to the ferry.
The ferry from Canakkale to Kilidulbahir leave on the hour every hour and it costs 65 tl (£8.50) for the motorhome and two adults. The crossing takes around 20 minutes but best to avoid at peak times because it gets manic. Turkish people do not know the meaning of the word ‘queue’ and a frantic rage to get on the ferry first becomes an obsession. It is comical to watch. It leaves nothing but a car park car mess that resembles a knotted ball of wool. The only solution is to call for reinforcements, the police. An hour behind schedule we say cheerio to Asia, cross the Dardanelles Straits and arrive in Europe.
Once in Kilidulbahir we park up at the castle, take an early evening stroll and look back on coast of Asia. Such wonderful memories that one day we will cherish. But tonight, I can’t deny, I shed a silent tear or two. Right now, I really am very sad to leave, Turkey has captured a piece of my heart.
Our Bumble parking spot at Kilidulbahir GPS position N040.147727, E026.380432
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