17. Day (Çandarlı-Dikili-Cunda Island) (90 km)
I woke up around 8:00 in the morning. The strong wind that was blowing during the night had stopped. I swam in the sea and woke up well.
A walking man saluted as I was going out of the sea towards my tent. I got your hello. When he saw the bike, he asked questions about my journey. While talking about these, he said he also wanted to go on such a tour. He asked me to answer some of his questions if I had time. I said it was okay to ask. Then he said, let's sit down. He said that he wanted to sit in front of the tent while I was going to sit on an empty bank. This request was interesting, but I thought that he was enthusiastic and I said sit down. We sat in front of the tent. After asking a few unreasonable questions, he said that this tour is a good sport and looking at my legs, he said that your muscles have improved. The gaze and conversation of this is not very healthy either. Consequently, my mind went to the event I lived in Marmaris. I immediately got up. I stopped the conversation saying I have to go.
What courage friend! Talking the muscles of a person you just met. People are curious about the places I go because the activity I do is not very usual. They're asking questions. I am unwillingly open to conversation. Taking this opportunity and trying to benefit yourself! Before the tour, I thought of many things in detail, especially the scenarios that could be bad. I will encounter such situations - believe it - it didn't cross my mind. Of course, in such situations, it had a positive effect in the following direction. I began to better understand what their women went through. Knowing is not the same as understanding.
After I packed my belongings and had breakfast, I set off. I continued along the coastline and reached Dikili towards noon. I would go into the sea to cool off. Wouldn't there be one cabin I could change for free? No. I was also a little angry about the morning situation. I started being spoken out loud. "People will go in and change their clothes, go out! Can it get money for this!" Someone spoke from there. "Don't change bro." I did not answer. I walked away with a shake of my head.
Asking people for money for such a thing is shameless. Planting two boards and trying to get money from people for it. The local government or any institution that allows this, they are shameless. We are equally guilty who see such a practice and do not make a sound about it.
(There are many topics that you will think about in detail on the way. I thought about them that day. Maybe these are small things, I accept this. While reading this article, you can say "There are so many bad things happening the world." But we condone these little bad , because we got used to it. Later we overlook and get used to the rudeness that grows. Then we get used to the thefts, corruption ... There is no limit to surrender.)
I set up my tent and got inside and changed my clothes. After entering the sea, 2 people came. When they heard that the dressing cabin was paid, they started to be said among themselves. I laughed that and I said they could change it in the tent. They were hitchhiking. Their aim was to go to Antalya. I've made a few suggestions from places I've gone through. They were just started the tour. They set out from Manisa Soma.
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| Sunset on Cunda Island |
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