Leaving the Bad Behind
As I was riding uphill, I smelled the burned oil coming from a truck beside me in the climbing lane. It made me feel a little sick, so I accelerated to get away from it. Soon, I was surrounded by the fresh and sweet smells of nature, and I felt better right away.
A Surprise at the Top
When I reached the top of the hill, I suddenly heard some unusual sounds. I slowed down, trusting my instincts. Right in front of me, there were hundreds of sheep crossing the road. A shepherd and his dogs were trying to guide them. I greeted the shepherd kindly and watched the animals pass The Religious History of Nicomedia.
As I looked at the sheep and goats, the traditional Turkish song “Kınalı Kuzu” (Hennaed Lamb) came to my mind, and I began to sing it softly.
Caring for the Road Ahead
Although the road was wide and divided, I slowed down again near the village of Çamlık, thinking of children who might be playing near the street. I pulled over to the rest area and continued carefully until I saw a sign pointing toward Kuşadası. I slowed down once more Daily Istanbul Tour.
A Break for Tea and Conversation
On the right side of the road, I noticed some people sitting at a coffeehouse, so I stopped for a cup of tea. I had a nice chat with the locals and read a few newspapers while enjoying the peaceful moment.
A Place to Visit Next Time
As I was about to leave, I saw a sign: “Selçuk Railway Museum.” I peeked inside the area and thought, “I’ll visit this place next time.” It looked large and interesting — definitely worth a long visit.
A little further down the road, I saw some puppies playing near the train tracks. They were so cute and full of energy.
Memories That Last
When I reached the crossroad to Kuşadası, I remembered the Yeniköy route I had taken earlier that day. I smiled and thought, “I’m glad I took this road.”
As I passed another small village, a familiar smell brought back memories — it reminded me of the barn at my grandfather’s house when I was a child.
A Shared Smile and a Quiet Thought
Just then, a car came from the opposite direction. The driver looked a bit surprised to see me and then gave me a small smile. When we passed each other, I saw that he seemed happy too. Maybe he was enjoying his journey as much as I was.
Something to Leave Behind
Soon after, I passed the place where, a few years ago, 40–50 bikers and I planted saplings. I looked around and saw that they had started to grow into small trees. It made me feel proud.
I thought, “We are leaving something behind for the next generation.” That feeling warmed my heart.
What a Wonderful Day
I smiled even wider — that same smile I always have when I’m on my bike. I whispered to myself:
“What a wonderful day!”
