I arrived in Sinop yesterday from Amasya; I connected through Samsum. Sinop dates back to the seventh century BCE, the peninsula provides an ideal harbor and trading post for the Black Sea. The peninsula narrows and then widens with an elevated climb. Years ago an American army based existed at the tip of the peninsula. Sinop is an area that the Pontic kings ruled for a time. The old fortified walls still stand in the city of Sinop.
From the time I visited Trabzon the weather has been cloudy and slightly rainy on the Black Sea Coast, In Amasya it rained slightly both days. I have been enjoying the cooler brisk morning and rainy afternoons. It is a wonderful change from the dry hot desert of Syria, or the unbearable humidity of Beirut. Walking on the coast this morning, the brisk cool wind I experienced to be refreshing. My style of travel will force a person to except the weather the way it is—certainly cannot change the weather.
The hotels are somewhat on the expensive level here in Sinop, I bargained down to 30YTL a night from 40YTL. It is a nice room with breakfast included and fast free wireless Internet. My laundry was in desperate need of washing—this hotel room provided to accomplish the chore. One toss up regarding the heat to the coolness is that the clothes dry faster. I have been using the garbage bucket in the shower to wash clothes—the smallest bag of soap I could find is about a half of a kilo, so I have been carrying that around. With breakfast, Internet, and washing my clothes adds up to a 10YTL value, so paying 30YTL is worth it for two nights. As I travel toward the touristy areas of Turkey, the price will rise, although it is slow season and bargaining is essential. The emotion that will stop a person to bargain is fear.
Today is the last day for Ramadan—the firing of the cannon, or drumming in the streets at three in the morning will cease, today.
This October 16th will be one year since I left the household situation in Capitola and started traveling. I have not covered a large amount of countries, although the quality of my style of travel I have experienced to be rich, although for many people my slow, independent, style of travel is not attractive.
The results of my style of travel are weight loss, a growth of inner strength, an experience of culture that may be difficult to experience among a group or on a tour. Reliance not of oneself, but upon the energies of the light that produces an awe-inspiring level of gratitude. The clear recognition of the negative energy that causes the entrainment of the masses, and produces a demeanor of grief, sorrow, sadness, and depression is clearly identifiable.
Observing the deep inner hate that humanity expresses through their tongue is remarkable—the reality of a low level of consciousness—this world has its destiny. Humanity is bad from the youth up, although the love of the light can be attained and cultivated.
I will be heading to Amasra, the last town on the Black Sea Coast. From Amasra, I will be heading inland to the areas of my prime interest—the capital of the Hittites and its surrounding areas. At this moment, it looks like another month of traveling Turkey, although Western Turkey will be more expensive than the East.
What is remarkable is that people (everywhere I have traveled including America) lack a smiley face and a good sense of humor. People are stressed, angry, and fearful of the future. Many people are oppressed from their culture, economy, personal emotion, religious differences, and ethnic strife.