As part of our Safronbolu adventure, Anne and I
took a day trip to the Black Sea town of Amasra. The trip there was hell, but I
have to say that the destination was heaven! This has got to be the one of the
most beautiful places I think I have ever laid eyes on. It is the kind of place
that Turks know about and flock to for their vacations.
We left Safronbolu
early in the morning and we traveled on a small bus. It picked us up on the
side of the road and we paid the man to take us to the next town, which would
then take us to Amasra. The first part of the trip was alright, there was ample
room and good air-conditioning. The second part of the trip was not so good. We
downsized from a small bus to a van. It was also crowded, very crowded. The air-conditioning
was barely working or most likely turned low, since most Turks believe that air-conditioning
will make you sick. To make the trip
even more uncomfortable was the fact that the road into Amasra was a very
winding road.
Amasra is a very
old town, dating back to even before the Byzantines. The town is arranged on a peninsula
with a bridge connecting to an island, from the top of which you can see
neighboring small islands. There were small museums there but the main
attraction was the shore. The water cool and refreshing on my feet, I really
regret not bringing my swim trunks to really swim in the water. The food there
was also amazing. Anne and I spent eight hours there just exploring and could
have spent longer had we more time. The ride back to Safronbulu was also a
great experience. It was a direct ride back, with no change. The bus driver
also decided that Anne and I would sit in the front with him. Anne was generous
enough to let me sit by the window, so I could feel the cool evening breeze as
we road home at dusk. The driver even slowed down as we ascended up the
mountains surrounding Amasra to take some last photos of the sun setting over
the Black Sea, Karadeniz.
Original Draft July 9, 2012
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