An hour and a half of queuing, crossing the bridge, and a welcome with cheap diesel. Everywhere is full of barbecues… until night falls and we are left alone facing the sea. Not a bad start.
🇹🇷 Türkiye – 🛡️ Global Tracking 2026
🇹🇷 Crossing Turkey
Looking for the HGS sticker like mad and nothing. Fast motorways, surprisingly fluid traffic in Istanbul and crossing over to Asia without even getting out of the car. Finished with cows and total calm.
From a paradise site to a free campsite with barbecues everywhere. I’m staying on guard while Daddy Edu visits hobbits… blocked by the anti-dog warden.
Curves, Ottoman houses and views from above in Taraklı. Göynük is left for tomorrow. After searching among slopes and rubbish… we found a flat spot. Noisy, yes, but we slept straight.
We climbed towers, strolled through the streets at our leisure and ended up in front of hundreds of little sandcastles churned out like hot cakes. Drone in the air, a mischievous wind… and a perfect night on the other side of the hill.
Mozart playing beneath the wheels, a desert of colours and an impromptu plan by the lake. At night, the sky fills with birds in formation. Pure theatre, no ticket required.
Everything ready for Ankara… until a phone call changes everything. Missed flight, emergency improvisation, and now we wait in silence near the airport. Night mission activated.
I woke up in the middle of a late-night airport mission and suddenly Uncle Joan appeared. From there, the day turned into endless tea, watchful peacocks and kebabs that seem like Turkish magic.
We discovered a buried city of giants, stone doors watching over the past, and a secret sanctuary in the rock. I was following scents, but I ended up travelling through time with my humans.
Today I explored a giant castle above Amasya, strolled between Ottoman houses by the river and my humans ended up being scrubbed and pummelled in a Turkish hammam. I preferred to keep watch over the campervan.
We climbed up to royal tombs carved over two thousand years ago into the Amasya mountain. Then came one of those long road-trip days, endless springs, and falling asleep without even knowing where we have ended up.
We crossed a snow-covered mountain pass, I nearly froze my paws off taking heroic photos, and we ended up sleeping hidden away in a quarry. Chuly-level travel glamour.