So we jump off the ferry in Rhodos, dark, late, groggy and walking in the wrong dırection. We must have looked a bit confused because this tiny Greek man ran past us with thıs makeshift hostel sign and asked simply but suggestivly, "Youth Hostel?". Oh yeah, this is our man!! So with bikes and BOBs all geared up we began to follow thıs guy in his rediculously tiny mini bus through the narrow and cobbled streets of medevial Rhodos- the oldest continuously inhabited medevial city in all of Europe (an acid trip for history buffs!) It was one of the craziest chases of my life. We snaked our way through the labrinth of streets that is Rhodos, on a saturday night, making turns down streets that were lit up and resonated with jumpy techno music and night owls dressed to kill *girls in heels and cobblestone is the funniest thing ive ever seen ... then we make a sudden turn down a dark and eerie alley way and all would go silent again. Feeling slightly creepy and dungenous...you truly felt like you had just entered a time warp. What a crazy way to enter the city.
A few days later we took a sweet ride through the moat of the medevial city...now a park path. On one side of us was the city walls with barraks and turret holes and on the other sıde was the moat wall, no frills, just lots of greenery. The moat wall seems to hold back the modern city of Rhodos, keeping cars and modern buildings at bay, leaving the old city to exist in its massive bubble. How many wars have been fought here? How many people have died in this moat that we are biking through?? (well, the little signs tell you, but we were riding too fast to read them!)
So our last ferry ride through the mediterranian, and the most expencıve and shortest, took us to the Turkish port town of Marmaris. We quickly unloaded our bikes, coated in salt, purchased Turkish flags for the trailers and began on our overland journey. It all feels like it begins today.
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