TURKEY WITHOUT TOURISTS. Such things happen? (Continued, p.2) Reza - an ethnic Azeri from Iran and also a nice fellow. He's on his huge old truck with a trailer carrying bitumen. He was "Poppy", American truck production, which was brought to Iran when the Shah of them had good relations with the West. I had to climb a fairly high altitude to get into the cockpit, where I felt as if hit in the past. While we were shaking on a winding mountain road, I thought that I, Jack Kerouac (American writer and poet, one of the brightest representatives of the "beat generation", approx. Perevi.) Hitchhiker in America last century. I even exchanged a few words with Reza Farsi, however, the Azerbaijanis have their own language - Turk (in fact, called the Azeri language, it belongs to the southwestern branch of Turkic languages, approx. Perevi.). I like Kerouac He gave me a sweet biscuit with sesame, and I showed him my book on the languages ??of the Middle East. This book is almost always caused great interest among residents of the region. In the end, I decided to give him this book because I like it more was not needed, but he was so carried away by it that he began to read directly behind the wheel! The landscape outside was incredibly beautiful: mountains covered with green hills and green valleys are the same. We stopped at the roadside to make a 15-minute halt, along with other truck drivers, who were resting at a spring. Water in a spring was cold and fresh, straight from the mountains. We washed, Reza talked to other drivers, and again got behind the wheel. At sunset we reached a large lake Childyr. We rode for quite some time along its shores, and I looked out the window at the expanse of water, which seemed to me a huge sea. After 3-4 hours we reached the city of Kars, Reza stopped in a certain kind of motel / hotel / restaurant / brothel. He put me in a taxi, where I could get where I have been in this city. We said goodbye and I thanked him for his quick and easy ride. I am against the church of St. Gregory I took a hotel room, did not have time to go to your room and suddenly realized that he had left his glasses at Reza in the car. I still could not lose points, as to wear contact lenses, I just could not. I had to go back to the truck stop, where I drove Reza, but I did not know the name of his hotel, and only dimly imagined, in what direction to move, to get there. However, the receptionist phoned the only person in town who is well spoken in English, and he soon appeared, it was my salvation! Ancient frescoes We went in the direction from which I came by taxi. My guide told me that, as in places like this very much, may have to look at a few of them. But suddenly he was obsessed with lust. He was a whiskered old goat, and obviously thought I was the same, because he suddenly started with undisguised pleasure to talk about the local "prostitutes", and even asked if I was not interested in the matter. Yeah, hard life of a polyglot. Eventually we found the place that are looking for. Entering the lobby, I saw upstairs climbed some couple. Inside was a dark room, which was full of people sitting at tables. Reza was sitting behind one of them, together with his friends, drivers, and suddenly I felt like a complete freak because of what I had to ask him to go to the car and look for my zatsarapannye and worn glasses. But he was happy to see me again, what immediately came out from behind his desk and hurried outside to properly search the floor in the cabin of his car. Suddenly, magically, he found them - all this happened under the watchful eye of curious people from the local Turkish youth. He invited me to his desk, but I had to reject his proposal. I was on the road all day, besides it was not clear how much effort it may require from my side. Start material: Completion of material:
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