21. Day (Canakkale-Biga) (100 km)
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I woke up in the morning and prepared my stuff. Rahman had prepared breakfast and prepared a few things for me to eat on the way. After having breakfast and saying goodbye, I hit the road.
While I was in Çanakkale, my class and ward friend İlyas sent a message from GAAÖL. I am definitely waiting for you if you stop by Biga. I've come this far. Of course I was going to go. It had been a long time since I saw Ilyas.
I continued on the coastal road in the direction of Yapıldak and Lapseki. When I arrived in Lapseki, I came across a hitchhiker. The friend has been collecting peaches in Lapseki for 3 months. He saved his money. He was going to continue the journey. Wherever he wants to go now. It is not difficult to do these works, to perform the art of traveling. You don't need special tools. There are different ways. He has hitchhiking, he has a bike. You do not need large savings or sums either.
After eating in Lapseki, I continued driving towards Biga. About 2-3 km before I reached Biga, I accidentally entered a pit. A spoke of the rear wheel broke due to the bicycle being loaded. In this case, I continued driving and reached Biga.
We managed to get together with Ilyas, although it was a little difficult. He had gained some weight, but that had not changed either. Made me "God's maniac! What are you doing son! " he said and greeted him with a laugh. "I live my life."
We first went to a cyclist with Ilyas where I could have the bike repaired. Luckily there was a shop open. We left the bike for repair and went to eat. Biga made him eat his meatballs. It was a perfect meatball.
After dinner, we took the bike from the mechanic and left it to his friend's house in Biga. Then we set off on a motorcycle to Sarısavat, where Ilyas' house is located. The road was very sloping. It would be difficult for me to go on a bike. But I would have removed it if necessary, so no problem.
We reached Sarısavat by crossing beautiful roads. The village had an excellent view. People gathered in their villages because the next day was a holiday. Consequently, the house of Ilyas was also crowded. His mother, father, elder sister, nephews, brother-in-law, and brother were in a beautiful environment. I've met them all except one niece. I was thinking he went to the market, to the grocery store or something, or he was playing games. While they were sitting and chatting like that, they said, "Well, our little one came". I turned my head towards the door. He took a step inward, bowing his head slightly, probably because he was worried about his head hitting the door. I would be lying if I said I didn't have a "startle". "Welcome brother," he said. I must to call you brother, Ilyas must say to you uncle. For a 13-year-old, he's huge. Do not touch the evil eye. It was one of the beautiful moments I was surprised at.
That evening we went back to Biga with Ilyas. I met his friends. Most of them came from Istanbul for the holidays. We sat in the tea garden. We played okey on one side, bets, hookahs, cigarettes, chatter on the other, and returned to the village at night.
Ilyas is an aircraft technician. He started to work in THY. While chatting, I asked if a marriage was on the horizon. "No boy, am I crazy?" he said. The smart man. Forgive I made a mistake by asking this question.
The next year, I was in Biga during the Eid al-Adha. To the difference between the lunar and solar calendar, the following year is celebrated 11 days before. This time I went for Ilyas’s wedding. "No boy, am I crazy?" He held an engagement and wedding less than a year after his promise. The irony of life…
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