Cops, Drunks and Bullets

Monday 29th September 2014

 Another quiet day. Charly and I have a short rideout in the mountains around Kemer but K-H is unwell and so stays at home.
 

On the road above Kemer

We stop and take a table at a shady cafe. There seems to be quite a lot of Jandarma (country police) around. In fact, an awful lot, mostly toting evil looking machine guns. It turns out it is the canteen of the local cop shop so we don't get our cay, but we do get a lot of smiles and handshakes.

They bring in a guy and make him walk a straight line, tiny steps one in front of the other. "He Bira trinken", says a cop. We leave before we find out his fate. I've been riding so long I'm not sure if I could walk the line!

 

It's spectacular countryside

Charly looking worried as the storm clouds gather

We stop for photos on the top of the mountain. The storm clouds are gathering over the mountains but fortunately the rain keeps away. 

There are spent shells lying on the road. Hunting or a mountain bandit shoutout? Maybe the Russian mafia come up here to eliminate the competition?
 

spent shells on the road

On the way back down we ride through a narrow ravine. There is an old stone arched bridge and another strange restaurant built out over the ravine stream supported on very fragile looking poles.

  

An old bridge leads to a precarious looking cafe

The bridge from downstream

Another trip down to the wifi cafe for cappuccino rounds out the day. Tomorrow we head north back towards Greece. 

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