It was the day I had the most concern about because I hoped to get to Sebinkarahisar in Giresun province. This would be by far the trip’s longest single journey and one that, if done the most direct way, would be for quite some distance along roads with light traffic and no minibuses. However, if things went to plan, I would travel via Sincan, Bolucan, Zara and Susehri. Minibuses should have existed from Zara, half way to Sebinkarahisar, but I had first to negotiate a long section of road with no minibuses. The roads went through mountains, so the scenery would be enjoyable.
The Belediye Hotel provided guests with a buffet breakfast, but, as I had expected, it was very conventional with not one item that lifted the spirit by being unanticipated. However, the tea was very good and I ate two boiled eggs and lots of bread just in case I was stuck in the middle of nowhere without a source of food. I also had a boiled egg in my rucksack for emergency purposes liberated from a breakfast a day or two earlier.
I walked to the road for Sincan and Zara, and started flagging lifts not far from the railway station. A few cars passed, but their drivers indicated that they were turning off to the left to the large steel works just north of Divrigi. After waiting about 20 minutes, a car drew to a halt and the driver, who worked at the steel works, gave me a lift as far as he was going, a distance of about 4 or 5 kilometres. I walked about a kilometre with the railway and steel works to my left, the latter belching out noxious fumes from chimneys rising high above large mounds of grey and black spoil, then a tractor stopped and its driver gave me a lift to where the road to Ilic and Erzincan led into a pretty valley to the east. Again I had to wait about 20 minutes, then a small lorry stopped and the driver and his companion gave me a lift to where a road went to Kizbeli and Kangal to the west. The driver and his companion were Alevis. They were going to a market in a settlement west of Sincan where they would set up their stall for the day, one selling all sorts of processed foodstuffs. At one point during our time together, the driver asked his companion to confirm they had packed some raki for the night. They had. Two bottles. When I was dropped at the road junction, the driver pressed on me a big bag of crisps, which, as will soon become apparent, proved most helpful, but not for me. Once I could no longer hear the lorry, I realised that my only obvious companions were cuckoos. Their rhythmic calls filled the silence.
The journey as far as the road junction, which was just beyond the small settlement of Sincan with its jandarma post, was only 30 kilometres, but, once past the steel works, we drove through delightful upland scenery. The road meandered as it ascended and descended. The land at low levels was green and fertile, the rivers were full of water and we passed a small coal mine.
The point at which I was dropped turned out to have very little traffic going my way, so I walked about a kilometre before a car stopped. The driver gave me a lift of about 3 kilometres to a meadow close to a river overlooked by mature trees. He and a friend had set up camp for the summer to look after their many beehives which had been arranged in lines in the long grass. I declined the offer of glasses of tea because I could tell that getting to Zara was going to prove a bit of a challenge. On the dashboard of the car was a box that once contained Romeo y Julieta cigars from Cuba. Honey, cigars and a love for the fresh air in upland locations: the man had taste. He was another Alevi.
I walked another kilometre or so, then sought shelter from the sun among some trees beside the road. Big gaps in time now existed between each passing car, so I walked another 4 or 5 kilometres while stopping every 20 minutes to rest. It was only 10.30am, but Zara was still about 65 kilometres away. However, I was high in some beautiful mountains, my water bottle was full, I had some food in my rucksack, many wild flowers prospered in the long grass, lots of trees grew along the banks of a meandering stream, and bees and butterflies provided added visual interest.
At last, a car drew to a halt and a large man with a male companion gave me a lift of about 12 kilometres even higher into the mountains. We drew to a halt where a cesme in a very exposed situation with magnificent views in every direction stood just below the road. While the stone and plaster surround of the cesme had suffered the attention of graffiti artists, the hills, snow-smudged mountains, pasture and wild flowers looked sublime. We were just south of a pass through the mountains at 1,810 metres above sea level and the driver’s companion walked across the gently inclined meadow to the east to look for mushrooms. He had been away for about ten minutes when he shouted, “I have found some. They are very big.”
By now I was low on water, so I filled the bottle at the cesme, drank over half the contents and filled it again for later in the day. The water tasted very good and was naturally chilled.
The driver of the car was Demir Aydogan, the muhtar, or headman, of Curek, a village on the road between Divrigi and Sincan. He said that he and his friend had come to the cesme knowing that mushrooms grew near it at this time of year.
Demir said he would stay with me until he was sure that I had a lift, and his way of getting a lift was very direct: he waved down passing drivers to ask them where they were going. The third vehicle, a very large lorry struggling slowly up the hill to the pass, stopped, as the two previous ones had, and the driver said he was going to Giresun via Sebinkarahisar. I could not believe my luck. Although the mountainous roads to Sebinkarahisar meant that the journey would be a slow one, I knew I would eventually get to my destination.
I thanked Demir, shook hands with the lorry driver and off we went. But off we went very slowly because the road was steeply inclined to the pass, and the lorry, although a new one with automatic gears, was heavily laden. Until we arrived at the summit, we did not once get above walking pace. I was in for a slow ride, but, where the road was level or gently inclined downwards, the lorry rattled along at about 70 kph with little difficulty.
Because Turkey is such a mountainous country and most of its large rivers run roughly from east to west, it has always been easier and faster to travel from west to east and vice versa than from north to south and vice versa. It is no accident that a majority of Turkey’s most important roads and its few railway routes incline toward the horizontal rather than the vertical, as it were. Despite massive investment in recent decades, most roads from north to south are still narrower than the ones running from west to east, and the mountain ranges that lie between the easier west to east routes have not gone away. Although travelling only as far as Sebinkarahisar and therefore missing out on yet another mighty ascent and descent from there to the Black Sea at Giresun, I was now in for a remarkable journey in the cab of a lorry high above the road. The journey confirmed just how challenging it can be to navigate a south to north route in Turkey, even in 2015 when the country’s road network had never been so good.
The scenery was not as spectacular north of the pass as south of it, but hills and mountains, even if in the distance, were always a pleasure to the eye. Moreover, because we descended almost all the way to Zara, the journey was relatively quick. The driver, Cengiz Sahin from Samsun, was a quiet man, which made a nice change from the almost constant babble of chatter that usually broke out when a foreigner was given a lift in Turkey. Of course, I wanted to give Cengiz something for kindly helping me out and saving me quite a bit of money by Turkish standards, but knew an offer of cash would be rejected, perhaps with a hint of anger because I was manifesting disregard for his hospitality. Then I remembered the big bag of crisps given to me earlier in the day. I pulled it out of my rucksack, opened it and placed it between us. Cengiz began eating the crisps immediately. Although I had some, he was still nibbling them as we drove into Sebinkarahisar a few hours later.
Just before entering Zara, we drove briefly along the very wide west to east road connecting Ankara with Yozgat, Sivas, Erzincan, Erzurum and beyond. It looked as if it had been up-graded very recently. We then drove through the centre of Zara to connect with the road to Susehri. Zara looked overwhelmingly modern, but it nestled against the next ridge of mountains through which we had to drive. Beside the road were a succession of large modern schools painted in bright colours. Zara met the middle and high school needs of lots of the surrounding settlements (most villages in Turkey had an elementary school, so children could receive their first few years of education in a safe and secure environment in which they were familiar). Most pupils and students probably boarded in Zara during the week and were taken home on Friday afternoon for the weekend. Most pupils and students were probably driven to Zara in the same minibuses early on Monday morning.
I had travelled along the Zara to Susehri road once before and knew it to be scenically rewarding for most of the way. The hills, mountains, rivers, trees and wild flowers in the long grass contributed to my pleasure (some of the grass had the first hints of yellow because the ground was drying out as summer approached), as did the blue sky smudged with puffs of white cloud. Beside the rivers were trees and some of the trees had been polled.
The lorry struggled to reach the pass at 2,010 metres above sea level and, when I looked across at Cengiz, he wore a very bored expression. Driving lorries long distances in Turkey could be very dull because drivers were invariably alone and the kilometres slipped slowly by. Although they made the job easier, automatic gears risked increasing the monotony. Cengiz, who had set off from Divrigi at about 7.30am, did not expect to get to Giresun before 8.00pm at the earliest. Despite the often breathtaking scenery through which he drove, his very long working day lacked mental stimulation.
We eventually reached the summit, turned a corner and were confronted with snow-smudged mountains to the north. We began to descend into a beautiful valley, one that reminded me of the one north of the Zigana Pass on the way to Trabzon. However, the valley we now entered was much less populated, which only enhanced its appeal. About 25 kilometres from Susehri, we were surrounded by forest and mountains with patches of snow. We entered the small roadside village of Aydinlar where old stone houses had large corrugated iron roofs. As the families within them had grown in size, extra rooms had been added. Although somewhat neglected, the houses looked very interesting, not least for being located directly below steep cliffs from which rocks occasionally fell. Briefly, the lorry reached 80 kph.
We were now in a meandering canyon for a few kilometres and at one point entered a tunnel to avoid a vast barrier of rock. A fish farm beside the road had attracted some customers who had stopped in their cars.
A few kilometres before Susehri, we stopped for the first time since leaving the cesme. We pulled into a roadside tea garden with a water feature and wooden kiosks. Cengiz needed a rest for about half an hour and also wanted to recharge his phone. We had three teas each. When he went to the loo, I settled the bill. Cengiz was not best pleased because I was his “guest”.
Before we sat down to consume our teas, Cengiz opened a storage compartment between the lorry’s wheels. Inside was a large butane gas cylinder and a puppy. The puppy had been asleep and came around slowly. Cengiz reached into a second storage compartment and poured milk into a plastic bottle from which he had cut a section so that, although the mouth remained intact and could still be secured with a screw cap, the puppy could drink from what was in effect an improvised bowl. After the puppy had drunk two portions of milk, Cengiz attached a string to its neck and tied the other end to a bar on the lorry. The puppy played in the dust and ran around as best it could while we relaxed in one of the nearby kiosks. Before we set off, Cengiz fed the puppy another portion of milk. The puppy provided Cengiz with a diversion from the tedious work routines he had to endure.
Back in the lorry’s cab, Cengiz produced a packet of sunflower seeds which we shared as we made our way to Sebinkarahisar. Cengiz told me that he would eat nothing but the crisps and the sunflower seeds until arriving in Giresun much later that night.
We resumed the journey and arrived at the next large road running roughly from west to east, on this occasion one from Amasya to the large road already mentioned from Ankara to Erzurum and beyond. We by-passed Susehri and drove north-west along the road to Amasya for about 10 kilometres, then took a right turn for Sebinkarahisar. The journey was about only 35 kilometres from the junction, but so steep and winding was the road for most of the way that it took almost two hours to get to our destination. The first few kilometres were beside a reservoir that had been in existence long enough to look in parts like a natural lake, and very pretty it was. However, as we ascended into the mountains, the scenery became even more beautiful and spectacular, so much so that I thought that the section of the journey from Susehri to Sebinkarahisar was probably the day’s best. But no section of the journey was other than attractive or interesting, even when in the vicinity of the steel works near Divrigi or crossing the gently undulating farmland leading to Zara.
One of the most interesting parts of the journey from Susehri to Sebinkarahisar was where the road entered rounded hills composed of red soil which the rains easily washed into the nearby streams. The streams fed into the river at Susehri, by which time the water was very silty. Also near Susehri was a flooded area where dead trees rose out of the water. The flooding had probably been quite recent and was almost certainly due to the creation of yet another reservoir.
Someone local had used the reservoir to open a large fish farm. Flocks of sheep and goats grazed the nearby pasture. They were protected by a shepherd and at least one large dog. Later, snow-smudged mountains lay in the distance, but hills and undulating farmland dominated the views closer to the road. Fields mingled with pasture, the latter generously littered with wild flowers, and large and small birds prospered in the fertile conditions where food of many kinds must have been plentiful. There were lots of trees, streams carrying red silt and villages in very pretty surroundings.
It was about 4.00pm as we approached the outskirts of Sebinkarahisar and I could not believe what I saw ahead. The relatively small town was surrounded by hills and mountains, and two of the most prominent peaks overlooked it from the west and the east. The mountain to the east was crowned with the extensive remains of the citadel, a citadel which must have been very large when intact. Part of the old town nestled directly below the citadel on the slope facing to the west and looked very attractive even from a distance. The modern town, which united with the old one with a mixture of houses and small apartment blocks, lay along the road between Susehri and Giresun and spread every which way in the manner typical of Turkish settlements subject to rapid population growth. But from the more open south end of the town in particular, people could easily escape from Sebinkarahisar to enter undulating countryside with small settlements surrounded by fertile farmland. I was in for a treat and decided immediately to stay for two nights.
Cengiz stopped the lorry on the main street near the town centre. We shook hands and I offered to buy him some more crisps, but he laughed and said he still had some left in the packet in the cab. Rarely had I felt more grateful for a lift through Turkey’s mountains, so I asked for his address so I could send a few photos to remind him of our time together. I might have got to Sebinkarahisar more quickly by trying to flag lifts in cars from Zara onwards, but, by going so slowly along the roads, my affection for the mountains was enhanced. Once home where I could examine the photos taken when away, the ones of the day’s road trip inspired a desire to return, particularly to spend more time between Susehri and Sebinkarahisar.