TURKEY WITHOUT TOURISTS. Such things happen? John R, England A taxi driver in the Georgian town of Akhaltsikhe laughed at me when I saw that I wear seat belts. Later, he showed the reason for his joy. His body and his belly was so big that not enough strap length to buckle went to the mounting device. Perhaps, with his obesity could not be afraid to head-on collisions. Turkish border So we went on the road to the border. The mountains were great, but the road is disgusting, despite the fact that it was the main highway between Turkey and Georgia. Most of the time on the road to slow down and we went round the huge pothole. Borders between states have always been strange and a bit eerie in places, and the town Vale is no exception. The taxi driver dropped me off at the gate of the border strip or, more precisely, at the entrance to the farm, because that's how all this looks. I had the mud and sizzling sun is still 400 m to go to another "barn" where the back and forth went the Georgian border guard. He calmly asked me to present a passport. Then I went to some kind of window in the wall where I put a stamp that I left Georgia. Then I walk across the border with Turkey. "Chef, podbros!" I paid for a visa to U.S. - euro here for some reason not very respected - and one of the Turks asked me whether I had seen the Georgians, and whether they were asleep at the moment or not. Perhaps among them there is some antipathy, but it was still funny. And here I was in splendid isolation. I sat on a plastic seat under some tree debris lying around me. The bus did not come all and did not come. The Turks, who were sitting in the office at the border and could not tell me when will the next bus. It seemed that they did not have before me no matter. After a while drove a taxi. From it came a few people. I got to take their place, and we together with the remaining passengers went to the Turkish city Posof. Mountains between Turkey and Georgia When we got to town, I have a problem. The next bus towards the city of Kars, where I was going to go, was only 9 o'clock in the morning and we arrived at 5 pm. Posof - a small town, and I just did not want to stick to it or to stop at a local hotel, so after quite predictable wrangling at the expense of raising fees, a taxi driver took me to the ATM, and then I asked him to land me at the roadside. This road went straight on to Kars, and I decided to try his luck and try to catch a ride to. So, I stood on the sidelines at the intersection of two roads, one of them went into the city, the other - to the border. I perfected the gesture with which I usually catch the car, turning it into a more universal visual signal "slow down!". Cars flew by. Some shake their heads, the guys who rode in trucks, laughing. I walked a little along the road toward the parking of buses. Here I was joined by a guy from Turkey, who also tried to leave here. He assured me that I need someone to pick up. I'm just hoping that it will not be any Mustapha, who the British are too many claims. Read more:
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