Bus crash number two - what a barrel of laughs!
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People i met here who contributed to, and improved my trip: Engin and Samet (Turkey)
For most tourists, Yenice is just a small town which they may pass through on the bus, with no recognisable tourist attractions and only 9,900 people. The streets are empty by 18.00, but thankfully i was with my wonderful host Engin and his friend Samet, so both the guys kept me entertained for the entire evening.
We began at a small wooden restaurant that used to be a museum, and here we played backgammon, drank hot chocolate and had a burger, before moving on to an internet cafe to play Pro Evolution Soccer on the Playstation. I really miss simple things like this, just hanging out with friends and having a laugh on the computer, as you rarely get the chance to do such things whilst travelling.
Engin and I headed back to his house after this, whilst Samet went home for the night. Back at the house there was a small family gathering, with the living room filled with Engin's cousins. Whilst my family is predominantly male orientated, Engin's is made up almost totally of females, which is great when it comes to getting looked after! Within a minute of sitting down we had a plate of food and a cup of tea placed in front of us, it was just like been at home again.
Engins house is so warm and cozy that it really did seem like a shame to get out of bed in the morning, so on Tuesday we had a nice long sleep in to make the most of the favourable conditions! His Mum had a slap up breakfast ready for us once again, which was more like a three course meal. Once we had eaten we went and visited Engins grandfather who was working in their shop and then drove out to see their wood factory and meet some more members of the family.
In the early afternoon, Engin, his sister, Samet and I went for a drive to a nearby canyon, which is where people usually go to picnic in the summer. Whilst the weather was gloomy and raining, i could still see the beauty of the setting and we took a walk across an attractive wooden bridge and also to see a nearby waterfall. On the bridge disaster nearly struck when i slipped over and dropped my camera, which went skidding towards the edge of the planks. I just managed to grab it before it fell into the water, which left me breathing a huge sigh of relief.
Returning to Yenice we went to play table football in a sports hall and then visited one of his uncles and aunts, where we stayed long enough to eat some delicious home made baclavas and sample some equally tasty homemade fruit juice.
That was the afternoon visits out of the way, so we went and played some pool and Playstation, before returning home. The women of the family had been hard at work as usual and had cooked up another feast. This included pizza, chicken, aubergines, pumpkin, cabbage and an incredibly good cake. I sat at the dining table contemplating how i was going to manage to stand up, when Engin informed me that we had been invited to join his Dad and their friends at the restaurant across the road.
Turkish lifestyle revolves around drinking tea and talking, and tonight was to be no different.
On Wednesday morning i joined the family for breakfast and then gathered my belongings together and got ready to leave. It doesn't happen all that often, but this was certainly one time where i felt really gutted to have to go. Whilst i had only known Engin for four days i thought we had a really strong bond together and i am sure if we lived in the same City he would be one of my best friends.
Engin insisted that he would accompany me to Karabuk to catch the bus on to Istanbul and Samet also came along too. At the bus station they made sure that the company knew where i needed to get off, telephoned the couchsurfer in Istanbul to let her know that i was coming and then sat with me for half an hour until the bus came. Hopefully our paths will cross again in the very near future, with plans to meet in Istanbul at some point in the new year.
The journey to Istanbul was interesting for the fact that it was snowing for the entire journey.
No sooner had i finished typing that paragraph, we were in a crash of our own! I'm not too sure what exactly happened, all i heard was screams from the passengers in the front seats and then i could feel us skidding on the snow and then came the impact. We crashed into a truck that had jack knifed on the road, that or we hit the back of it and made it jack knife, i really couldn't be 100%.
Other than smacking my head on the seat or window, i didn't really hurt myself and most of the passengers seemed to be left in a similar state to myself, from what i could tell. Somehow the driver survived without been crushed, which was some kind of miracle when you saw the state of his seat and steering wheel.
The snow continued to fall heavily for the next two hours as we had to wait for a replacement bus to come. With the front door smashed off its hinges it was pretty cold on the bus and to make matters worse the idiots left the back door open too for some reason. The final insult came with the fact that again for no apparent reason they had opened the luggage compartment and let it fill up with snow, so my bag and everything in it was completely soaked.
As the road was barely fit to drive on and due to the tailbacks that our crash had caused, it took forever to reach Istanbul. A small child decided to run riot for the remaining 6 hours of the journey, which really wasn't what the other passengers needed, but the mother was incapable of keeping a lid on the loud mouthed little ruffian.