Having traveled almost 1500 km across Turkey on our own and already a little tired of the tent life and night crossings, we came to our friends, a Russian-Turkish family with 5 children, living in the town of Karasu, located on the Black Sea coast. A look at the Black Sea, so to speak, from the other side.
After we arrived at our friends, we were immediately seated at the table from the doorway, and Turkish tea was immediately poured. During 2 weeks of traveling in Turkey, I could not get used to these small beakers of tea. It is more convenient to pour a half-liter mug once than to top up 10 times.
In many Turkish families, it is customary to eat with the whole family, sitting on the floor at a round table, and from the common pelvis. It is quite convenient for itself, and less washing up. I like this tradition, I am a simple person. But some Europeanized Turks already disdain such table setting. This tradition arose due to the fact that before they ate everything, wrapping it in pita bread, and there was no need for an individual plate.
We spent several days in Karasu, in a house on the shore, enjoying our holidays on the Black Sea. 200 meters and you are on the beach, or you can go to the balcony to admire the blue surface to the horizon. True, you won't be able to admire for a long time, as children begin to hang themselves on you..
And from this balcony we caught lightning with cameras. This is a time-consuming exercise, however.
A couple of times we went to the sea for a long time - we took food and a miracle samovar with us. In conversations, we met the sunset, then the night and walked back. Straight paradise life. Many thanks to the owners for these mega pleasant days.
And sometimes in the evenings we listened to stories about life in Afghanistan and Turkey, looked at photographs. You can write a book about this, or make a separate blog. You will not hear this on TV and you will not see it on the covers of magazines..
Karasu is valuable because there are no tourists here, and accordingly there is no loud music from the cafe, no million lights, no piles of bodies on the beach. But there is silence and cries of seagulls, dolphins in the sea, fishing schooners, there is a real life that does not depend on the holiday season.
We seem to be the only foreigners in the area. They treat strangers with caution, do not indulge in hospitality. It happens that they go with weapons. True, there are few Turks here, mostly immigrants from Georgia, the Caucasus and neighboring countries..
Once we went to the bazaar, thought to see the local flavor, but it was not there, the usual Moscow market, and the faces are the same and the dialect is the same, at least among the sellers. Only the prices are several times lower and are pleasing to the eye. And already in May, watermelons are on sale ...
No matter how good it was for us in Karasu, it was time to go towards Istanbul. The last reference point before our flight to Moscow. Unfortunately, the independent trip to Turkey has come to an end..
All parts of the story about our independent trip to Turkey:
Route - Kemer - Antalya - Demre (Worlds) - Olympus and Cirali. - Side - Lake Beysehir - Cappadocia - Goreme - Ankara - Adapazarı - Karasu - Istanbul