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People i met here who contributed to, and improved my trip: Engin and Samet (Turkey), Victor (France)
Engins Mum prepared a nice breakfast for us on Monday morning, which set us up nicely for a day trip to Safranbolu, a small village located about 40kms from Yenice. We caught the 10.30 bus and i was impressed with the scenery and countless tunnels along the route. Arriving in Karabuk we swapped bus and reached our final destination around 11.45.
The bus dropped us off in the new part of Safranbolu and whilst inquiring which road we had to follow to reach the old town, we got chatting to a French guy called Victor.
I had been slightly worried that Safranbolu may be too like Amasya, as it was billed as a town of Ottoman houses. However, this theory was soon dismissed, as it became apparent that it was like saying Paris and London are the same, just because they are both European Cities. Whilst Amasya has the river running through town, Safranbolu's charm lies in the fact that its houses looked more antique and haven't been overly restored.
Reaching Kazdagliogulu Meydani (the towns central square), we looked at Kazdagli Ogulu Mosque and Cinci Hamam, which were located in the West and Southern sections.
Engin had arranged to meet his good friend Samet in the centre, so we walked down to meet him and then visited Cinci Hani together. The building is a restored caravanserai, which now operates as an upmarket hotel and the staff were kind enough to briefly show us around. After this we strolled through the deserted bazaar, which had grape vines twisting around the trellis that covered the walkway.
Having walked around for sometime we had all gained quite an appetite, so went for lunch in a pleasant little restaurant, which served up some hearty portions of Pide. I'm not too sure how to describe Pide, its base is a bit like a pizza i guess, but its oblong and the usual toppings include meat, egg and cheese. Engin very kindly treated us all to this meal and during my time with him, he proved to be the model of Turkish hospitality. For dessert we ate some Lokum (Turkish delight) and Baclava, which i really adore.
We caught a bus back up to the new part of Safranbolu and then after waiting for a little while caught another bus to Karabuk. We said goodbye to Victor here as he was catching another bus on to Zonguldak, whilst we were going to take the train back to Yenice. We still had over an hour until our departure, so we took a fleeting glimpse at the town and the guys sorted out some business with the bank. There was just enough time to make a quick stop in a small tea house and then we were homeward bound.