Day 13 : Karapınar to Emirgazi
After a night in a somewhat dubious pension with shouting women dressed in very provocative clothes, it was time to leave that village under a cloudy sky and about 15°C. Near Karapınar, there is a volcanic crater and lake. Since a couple of years, the lake has dried up. In my opinion, the landscape here is monotonous and dull. A high plateau at ~ 900 meters of altitude, barely vegetation, scattered farms and villages, endless horizon ... ...and some house with adobe straw roofs. After about 50 kilometer I reached Emirgazi, where I wanted to stay. Rain was predicted in the afternoon and throughout the night. Finding a wind-protected place in this landscape did not seem easy. So why not pitch up the tent in one of these picnic areas in the village? When I approached the centre, where the teahouses are usually located, I sensed the astonished and slightly sceptical gazes of men on me. (There was not a single woman on the street). Sometimes I...