Pack up the tent. Tidy our rather scabby campsite. Dust off the legs muscles. Say goodbye to Gizem. One last hit of lentil soup and then catch the ferry.
The temperature has dropped significantly since my entrance to the city. I now stare up at the long learning curve of cycle touring in winter. More layers to balance and tent condensation to dodge. More food to eat! The riding is flat with suits my runtish legs and sagging gut.
We camp early. It's now getting dark at four o'clock. We're done with dinner and çay by six in the evening. The wind makes it too cold to hang around outside and chat. Early night it is then.