I have a bad night’s sleep. I am risen by the sound of Meg puking outside her hut a couple of doors down. It is not alcohol overindulgence, but probably a bit of dodgy chicken from dinner last night. Both Belgian Sam and Louise have some problems too.
Today we drive towards the Ihlara Valley and bush camp. On the way, we see an upturned 18 wheeler left to decay. I guess they don't have the AA here.
This is the story of my 32 week London to Sydney overland trip on a big orange truck with 30 odd other people.....and what happens after.. I try to find the best pizza in the world. I test the limits of endurance of my T-shirts in the hunt for the most bizarre location in which to bump into a fellow fan of the band 'The Fall'. Slightly more successfully, I try to take a guitar to as many of the world's monuments as I can. Finally, I confront the greatest cultural divide of them all...toilets.
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